I want one. I went to see a showcase as part of the Buskers Festival last night and this, along with the circus I attended a few weeks ago, strengthened my resolve to marry into a performing family. Sorry, non-acrobatic suitors, but I think I am developing an acrobat fetish. Is this bad? (No.)
Maybe I will be one of those mad people who chuck in their sensible corporate job and go off and do something bizarre (circus school) - I have a vision of myself wearing a sparkly leotard and swinging gaily from a trapeze while my exotic lover, who is the King of the Circus, balances on some kind of flaming hoop, and below my illegitimate but charming circus children play in the sawdust and practice their handstands.
Practice harder, children! You know the rule. No dinner for children who cannot do their handstands.
Sadly, it is far more likely that I am going to marry a brass band player (or, if you like, 'brass bandit') and have small brass band children. It's a thing brass band people do. Marry each other. Then have children. Who are in the band. I'm pretty sure that when I was in the Marlborough brass band about 8 years ago more than half the band was related by blood or marriage. Not kidding. Bandcest is a curse.
Sometimes I wish that when I had been 6 and requested tuba lessons, my mother had said, "The tuba is nice, dear, but have you considered...the circus?"
ps: hello, new followers! thank you! would you like to be in my circus?