By Mark Creese
I have a few irrational fears: spiders, which counts me out of “I’m a Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here!” when I’m a z-list celebrity, hospitals, even when I’m just visiting someone and finally carnival folk. On the latter, I have no doubt that the majority of carnival folk have skills that merit being able to travel from country to country performing to packed big tops, it’s just the ‘kooky’ nature that makes me feel uneasy and their games where you can win “A Cheap Ford!” but never do. As for clowns, well they’re just damn scary aren’t they?
What possessed me then to not only go to a carnival last week but to join in and ‘have fun’ I’ll never know. Needless to say I went with a wallet stuffed full of cash and left empty handed and with the lightest wallet known to man. Before I left though I went to see a fortune teller. Now you don’t have to be a regular reader of my articles to know that I don’t like being told when things are going to happen, I’m laidback and let things take their course. The fortune teller was very authentic though with her tent complete with Homebase table and chairs, Carpet Right rugs and crystal ball that I’m sure I saw in Toys R Us.
No matter, I crossed her palm with silver and let her have a feel of my hand. It was at that moment I realised that I had awfully dry and chapped hands for a man of my age and I really should buy some moisturiser. No matter, she continued unabated and told me what life had in store for me. Currently I am single, have a good job, slow car which looks fast and a loving family. Life therefore is pretty good, although nothing a Lamborghini Gallardo and Olga Kurylenko wouldn’t improve. Continue Reading
