Send in the Clowns

I spent my Sunday in the company of clowns.


Once a year a host of clowns gather in a church a few minutes from my home for a in memory of Joseph Grimaldi.

I’ve been meaning to conspire with the clowns on this special occasion but have managed to miss it each year. I am glad that I got to sit in and marvel at their colourful reverence. 











Despite many hours of contemplation, I cannot put my finger on it, I just cannot put into words what it is that fascinates me about clowns. I suppose, if pushed I would reason that my enthralment lies somewhere between the stark white faces, the metamorphosing of character and the unnerving “something” that lingers “somewhere” in their air.

I know that clowns aren’t for everyone, but for me, I think they are mesmerising. It must be great fun answering the question; “so what do you do for a living?” by answering, “clowning”. 

I remain just one thing, and one thing only, and that is a clown. It places me on a far higher plane than any politician.” 
Charlie Chaplin

| See my previous clown posts here

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