I’m just not sure about clowns. There we were at a friend’s kid’s birthday party and everything was going great; the kids were happy, the parents were happy and all was well. That is until our host brought out the entertainment. It was a clown. A good for nothing happy-go-lucky clown and it was just too much for us to take. Before he could start his routine we took him to one side and carefully explained to him that he needed to reassess his life decisions and do something worthwhile with his life because he wasn’t happy, his mother wasn’t happy and we certainly weren’t happy. Anyway after about 2 minutes of talking to him he started to cry which the both of us took as a great achievement for us so went back to enjoying the party. Problem solved.