What’s this? An ‘Adult Clown Theme Party’, you say?

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I was invited to a clown theme party, way back in the early 90's.

It was in this beautiful old oak floored warehouse with enormous steel wired ceiling douglas fir girder beams.

The coloured lights were encased in arched metal sombrero art deco shades and were set on low.

Garish coloured tent fabric festooned the walls.

Somehow the host had managed to purloin a working Calliope, clowns are noted thieves, after all they often steal our smug complacency.

Sitting at the keyboard, a feral-toothed Beethoven clown was working on a Barry Manilow medley.

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Sporting an old purple 1976 disco shirt, wine-coloured bell bottom pants and powder blue platform shoes, I though I’d fit in.

Of course I also sported a red ball nose and a carrot topped wig: as the fashionably late are known to do.

But judging by the decor and some of the elaborate outfits, clearly I was underdressed…to a clown party no less.

There was a large industrial wheeled fan at one end, hum-effusing us with the smell of popcorn, candy…