November 9th – driving home through the pouring rain. Progress is slow, there’s a long line of trucks on the ring road – huge semi trailers all painted up in the gaudy colours of the circus.

Hooray! The circus is in town. Accrobats, magicians, wild animals ans even a motorcycle stunt rider – thrills and spills for all the family in fully heated big top – oh, I forgot the clowns, but that’s because I don’t like clowns. At best they might raise a smile with their antics, and at worst, they are sinister, shadowy beings – that might be the fault of Stephen King.

In the run up to Halloween there was a spate of «clown scarings» in the UK – slightly deranged individuals dressing up as creepy clowns and jumping out on unsuspecting bystanders – of coure they filmed their antics and put them on youtube – Hey what’s funnier than some sad git dressed as a freaky clown, weilding a big plastic knife and following young, single women home in the dark???

Talking of clowns, they’re going to put one in the White House – yes I an referring to the clownesque Mr Trump. It started as a joke, Donald was a buffoon, the jester in the Presidential race with ideas so crazy that no one would ever vote for them – but they did.

Like I said, clowns just ain’t funny.