Wednesday, 21 May 2008
What is it that makes clown toys just that little bit creepy? I don't mind real clowns, but clown toys always seem a little bit sinister.
This little roly-poly clown has a little bit of history. About nine years ago, at a tea break during a singing workshop, my new friend Natalie came up to me and handed me this clown, with a lovely smile. 'This was Jay's when he was a baby, and I thought he might like it back', she said. I was gobsmacked. It turned out that she knew Jay's Mum back in the day. When Natalie's last daughter Aimee was born, Jay's Mum gave her some toys, and this was one of them.
It's been up on the shelf since then. None of them were that interested in it. Too creepy.
He shouted at it. And bashed it around. And it just kept coming back up.
He loved it...