Those jack in the box type clowns, used to scare the living delights out of me as a kid. But now I've embraced them and we meet up once a month for a game of darts at the local pub.
Clowns in dreams aye, they're the worst. You might be happily rocking, rolling, riding, out along the bay, and then the clowns appear and start smashing up your beautiful brass model train. There's nothing you can do except hope that Judith Durham might be able to shoot lasers at them from her spiritual eyes.
A small noise alerts me , half drowsy and lamenting on the British overcast afternoon , my light box of information has important news from quentin ...
