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  • em
    Senior Member
    • Dec 2000
    • 249

    bout time

    i always avoided this section, dunno why, i guess i felt as though i was showing off if i wrote anything bout ME, but then i earn a living showing off so what am i on about?

    got brought up in an old blue van, a commer walk through with circus written on the side in big yellow letters, and huge stars raining down the side. me dad, David, and me mam jill, were clowns...called Turkey Sandwich and Wild Ruby. I still have me mums cossies in me closet. My dad had a big red nose made out of a tennis ball...i still remember how it smelt, paint and sweat. He had big shoes and long hair, and wrote stories all the time. My mum was a white face, and a signwriter, and beautiful.
    They would busk on beaches and me and my sister Silkie would sit quietly on the side, silent an proud. Sometimes bottling for 10p's
    we lived in fields, sometimes in the winter it was so cold our washing would stand up like walls. But we were always warm, and fed and clean.
    We had a goose called rhiannon, A dog, two goats, a hampster, a rabbit and a pole cat. I don't think we had them all at the same time...The pole cat would steal little toys and hide them under the bed. We travelled a lot, mum taught us to read but then we had to go to school but it was not a positive experience, for us so called Gypsies, with matching red tights and little wellies. It was too hard for 70's kids to understand i guess?
    Shall i do more?
    night night
  • worldwidese
    Senior Member
    • Dec 2000
    • 510

    #2
    Don't stop now!

    Come on Em, don't leave us hanging. This is good stuff and written in a good style. More! More!
    Last edited by worldwidese; Feb-22-2005, 08:35 PM.

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    • Butterfly Man
      Senior Member
      • Dec 2000
      • 1606

      #3
      I swear, if you're fibbin' ...

      Yum ...

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      • em
        Senior Member
        • Dec 2000
        • 249

        #4
        lions

        As well as travelling on our own we also spent a year, or maybe two, working for Cottle and Austin's Circus...run by the infamous Gerry Cottle. In those days it was a huge show, with every animal under the sun, traditional sequined up the bum costumes (not on the animals, although i have a strange memory of the seal act) dwarf clowns and a man called Barry Walls who taught my mum all he could about fire.

        Although in theory a romantic memory, for a child who didn't really know where she belonged it was at times a terrifying place. As i stood in the dense darkness of back stage i caught a glimpse of the luminous life sized skeleton hanging limply in the corner. The sight of which made me scream like a banshee and run through a tear in the canvas, just my size, into the safety of the sunlight. God my heart leapt.

        And then once, and only once, I found myself backstage just before the lion act standing next to the caged runway into the back of the tent. Before i could move there was a rush of furious golden fur and a wind so powerful it was untrue. The smell of wild cats, piss and meat, is hard to forget, and not something i want to forget. And the thing was the runway and the lions were taller than i, but i couldn't move, and although protected by the cages i was completely with them.

        And then they were gone, into the lights and standing on their plinths growling and grumpy, doing things that lions shouldn't do, but will because of the whip. The threat of which was always dulled by the lights, the music and the mystery of human power over those beasts.

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        • em
          Senior Member
          • Dec 2000
          • 249

          #5
          nah, me aint fibbing, but i kept it quiet for a while i guess, cos to me it was what it was, normal....

          More?

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          • Butterfly Man
            Senior Member
            • Dec 2000
            • 1606

            #6
            makes me glad I know you ... or do I?

            Gasp ...

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            • martin ewen
              Senior Member
              • Dec 2000
              • 1887

              #7
              pee wee keeps eating my pens

              Yay, its lovely to have awesome street acts who can write about their strange lives. It's true that because its mostly all strange all the time you can loose sight of just how interesting it looks on paper. Also writing is a great skill to have and i think you have a easy style with it. Please do more.
              on a side note, even if you have no history of scribbling, it doesn't take long before you get confident. Nick started doing reviews of festivals just to keep me company and now can rip out any number of pieces in his own style. Pnets a good audience to start with. Writings just another form of content but (and this takes a bit of getting used to) it's like a show ready to go as soon as someone starts reading. You only have to do it once.
              I'd love to see an anthology of peoples tales later on.
              Anyway em, thanks for sharing, you write good.

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              • Lynneski
                Senior Member
                • Dec 2000
                • 370

                #8
                Gollyver!

                Please, miss, can I've some more?

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