My cardboard-coloured dreams

I went to see the Chinese State Circus with Helen, Rich and Mark last night. There is something inherently wrong about being able to fold yourself in half backwards and balance on the end of a pole, supporting your entire bodyweight with your teeth.

(And you've got to respect someone who can spin five plates in each hand with another plate spinner doing contortion on their head. Or someone who can do footie tricks with great big pottery vases.)