We ate at Chocolate Buddha and then ate ice cream and window shopped at Southbank, until Sebastian looked too bored to be ignored any longer. So we took him to the observation deck at Eureka Tower.
Then it was on to the Spiegletent to see La Clique, midnight show. Me, Mark, Luke, Sebastian, LouLou, Mark's sister Alex.
Amazing. They were all amazing. Incredible athletes and consummate performers. The English strong men, what bodies, not a gram of fat in their Union Jack jocks. The ribbon girl, bald and amazing, hanging upside down in mid air. The Norwegian rubber man, Captain Froddo, double jointed sliding his body through two tennis rackets. The French man, queen of the tent, singing queen songs, telling stories of sleeping with two patrons a night, riding his unicycle fast around the tent. The beautiful girl with the hoops, she could spin them in opposite directions on her body, at the same time; the hoops just seemed to slide up her body from the floor. The naked Australian girl with one hundred sets of pearls around he neck and the huge song, throwing herself about. The (famous) handsome boy in the bath, what a hunk. The diva puppets, how cool were they?
2 comments:
Sounds a bit like Cirque du Soleil, a Canadian circus who was the first in the New Circus movement.
They have the most fabulous acrobats and other kinds of artists, jugglers and clowns.
It is a much more intimate show to Cirque du Soleil. It is in a fabulous old mirrored tent and is played in the round.
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