Well It Saved Me the Trouble

We got the the showground for the circus performance.  Oh how different the circus is these days.  No animal enclosures (a good thing), and just five or so caravans lined up neatly as digs for the circus people.  A little caravan for food and drink in one part and the ticket office at the end, and a laughing clown game.  We got our free tickets and went inside the "Big Top".  It wasn't very big inside, really small actually, and much smaller than the last circus we went to in Western Australia.  We were directed to sit "ringside" like there was anywhere else to sit and I commented that I was glad we hadn't paid for these tickets (a family ticket was $80 although they were handing out half price coupons at the Sesquicentenary parade that morning).  The show started off slowly and it was all a bit cringeworthy but by the end we were all right into the spirit and although the show wasn't spectacular, the performers were warm and funny and got the audience engaged and it was a really nice afternoon.  They called for someone in the audience to have knives thrown at them and guess who they chose?

Yep handcuffs and all.

'Bout time someone put a bag over that man's head!

We'd been to the club for lunch so he had about five schooners of beer in him and wasn't too perturbed at all.  They didn't actually throw the knives, the clown stood there with one but then the fellow on the left there just stuck it into the wooden board, but Phill didn't know that.  Emily spilt the beans when we got outside, little bugger, I wanted to make him think they were really chucking them at him.

The put a bucket under the balloon for the finale, just in case you know.

But then swapped it for a smaller one.....

See the roaring crowd?  Nope, me either.

They couldn't find the keys to the handcuffs so they carted him out on the board.  Trouble is they brought him back again.

Earlier we went downtown and just missed the parade but judging by the news coverage last night we didn't miss much.

There were stalls, two or three perhaps.

And a dodgy band playing on a big truck down the end there, getting all the words wrong to old well known songs.

Hair raising rides.

And a vintage car show in the grounds of the primary school.  Wait a minute, my father sold cars like that when I was a child. 

 

Gotta love this country life.