'd seen it many times before and altho interested wasnt fully engaged. i looked down at my bags of soft drinks wondering if i would look affluent to a hoodie on a bike. i looked up again. directly in my line of sight, speeding thro the lights in a brightly signed multi coloured van, rigid and straight backed at the wheel, in glorious profile, was an impassive impressive clown with a bowler hat, white face and large red nose.
i stared as he went past, turning my head as he went. was he looking at me out of the corner of his eye? the facepaint made it difficult to tell but i was fairly sure he was looking at me looking at him without turning his head.
no sign he knew anything was up, that he was a clown speeding thro the lights. in a quasi racist way, he was, i instinctively knew, a local man.