We watched hoola-hooping girls, juggling acrobats, clowns being daft and plates spinning on sticks.
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We discussed the perils of juggling fire and how you shouldn't really do that, actually.
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And then out came the trapeze lady.
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Who exactly was it that decided trapeze ladies should wear the skimpiest of pants displaying their assets for all the world to see?
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This lady, whilst she had a perfectly pleasant bottom encased in fishnet tights, was giving us views only a gynaecologist should have to see.
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Okay, she was 20 feet above our heads at the time, but even so, very little was left to the imagination.
(She must have been on very friendly terms with her bic razor is all I'm saying.)
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In my opinion, if there's any chance of impressionable young boys being in the audience, a far more sensible clothing choice would be something like this:
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So. Whilst we were gasping at this lady's nether regions, I mean, trapeze talents, boy*jelly leans across to me and whispers in my ear ...
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"I think that lady has put her pants on back to front".
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I just hope that he never has tickets to sit and watch a lady doing the splits whilst wearing a g-string and fishnet tights again.
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But if he does ... I'd rather he didn't take his mum and granny with him.
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PS - I got told off by the head-of-security man for taking that top photograph.
I was behind the saftety fence you see and might have fallen over.
Thankfully, I remembered my life-long talent of looking where I was going and lived to see another day.
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