Two little Tsunamis rolled up when the The Great Moscow Circus was in town on Saturday. I'm not entirely sure what they were doing in these photos, but I thought they looked a little Agent 99 and 86.
After the circus they were too busy doing elaborate acrobatic moves to stand still for a photo. The verdict on the show was that the bendy girls weren't real (which is comforting for if they were real they were super scary). They both agreed that they too would like to try climbing a 'curtain' and dead-falling at lightening speed until they were about 5cm off the ground. 'But, when we're grown ups", reassured Cappers.
Maxi-Taxi, who at 6 is just 'so over' forced joviality and was 'so booooooored' the whole way through, admitted that he 'nearly lost it*' when 4 motorbike riders came on and rode 80km an hour inside 'the cage of death' which was about the size of our bathroom.
Along went I expecting to be horrified by the awful carnyness of it all. But it was a very professional, outstanding show with amazing lighting and a ripper soundtrack. Even the clown was tolerable, helped along by the fact that he was mute, had a black nose and his outfit was all neutral shades of brown. Sort of a clown homage to Nirvana.** The only low point (and it was admittedly pretty low) was that the amazing magician guy who made a girl turn into a dove seemingly before my very eyes, sold us a lemonade at half time. I didn't quite know where to look. I mean, did we take the opportunity to congratulate him on his outstanding performance in the ring while he counted out our change? Bit carny that.
* I don't exactly know when the child started speaking like a 16 year old American teenager, but I suspect Ben 10 has a lot to answer for.
** But he still wasn't funny.