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“But Dad” said a little rapscallion, as he pushed another senior citizen out of his way, ”Are you sure there’ll be a circus for Christmas?”

Well there ‘May’ be! said Dad “That’s if is she hasn’t been sacked - like the milk stealer before her. Anyway, why do you ask?”

“Well, I saw two clowns on the tele!”

“How do you know they were clowns?”

 “They both had untidy blond hair just like a loo-cleaner’s mop, and they acted like the Mad Hatter!”

“They could have been politicians!” said Dad.

“Dunno” said the lad “they both talked like the Jabberwocky - no one understood what they were trying to say”

“Undoubtedly politicians then!” said Dad. “Did one have his hair on backwards?”

“Yeh!” said the lad “They both did!”

“Did one speak with a posh accent, like he was trying hard not to fart, and the other sound like a Cornish country-bumpkin who doesn’t finish his words?”

“Yeh!” said the lad.

“I know the two!” said Dad “Definitely clowns! They’re each bringing a new kind of circus into a gullible world!”

Will it be fun? Like a real, old circus?

No! It will all end in tears! Mark my words son!