A note about tonight's story

After yesterday's post about Britain's most common phobias including Coulrophobia, the fear of clowns, I couldn't resist dedicating a story to our custard pie-flinging slapstick friends.

Maybe after writing this short piece, I do understand how people can fear clowns. The idea of a smiling, loveable and innocent children's entertainer hiding a malevolent and murderous soul beneath the grease paint is a very disturbing concept.

I mean, just what do those clowns get up to once the show is over, the people have trodden away from the big top across a muddy field, and the campsite lies quiet? Perhaps there's still the smell of popcorn and candy floss on the air, a few lights twinkling in the performer's trailers, the stillness only broken by the sound of lunatic cackling from the clowns as they prepare their evening feast....