I do not like clowns. Not at all. My hands are all sweaty as I type. I believe it’s hereditary – various members of my family also dislike clowns intensely too. When my mother was little, her grandparents beggared themselves to buy her a ticket to the circus, but my mother ran out after two acts because the clowns were hitting each other. I refused a Chocolate Paddle Pop from the “Peters Clown” once at age 5. Things are serious if I refuse an offer of free food (particularly an offer of free chocolatey food).
I believe I’m not alone in my coulrophobia. Terry Pratchett, for one, obviously believes in the evil power of clowns (the worst of which is the white faced clown). His Patrician reserves special punishment for mine artists.
There is a particularly hideous photo from The Age featuring Peter Costello and a mime-clown hybrid. Mr Costello was apparently opening the new centre for the National Institute of Circus Arts. You mean my money is paying for more of these nasty beasts to be trained???
TimT at Will Type for Food has some funny captions which lessen the horror. Somewhat. I still feel sick.
(Via Tim Blair)