Clowns are horrifying things at the best of times. Well they are to me at least. It all goes back to my early childhood and an encounter with a dwarf clown selling ice creams at a French circus. He was one of those leathery skinned old clowns, too old for the make-up to sit right on his wrinkley face and probably stinking of wine. He popped out from behind something, produced an ice cream cone and in a nasal tone asked “chocolate’ glacier?” Perhaps he expected me to be enraptured by the sight of a clown offering ice cream because he looked surprised when I instantly screamed, burst into tears and had to be led off trailing snot and fermenting future nightmares.

What’s going on with these two clowns though? One is telling the other to be careful with his basket of eggs (!) whilst carrying his own basket of boiled sweets (perhaps on their way to make an old clown recipe of boiled sweet omlette..mmmmm ). The other makes some weird question/statement in wondrous disbelief “WOW they have every things in here?” Am I still just traumatised or am I right in thinking this is a bloody weird thing to have in your shop window?