I nearly went to a circus once. It was one of those circuses from Russia or the Ukraine or Middle Earth or something. Somewhere they don’t give a whistling shit about animals. I was in a beach town in France, during a balmy summer of warm pastry and cheap beer which made for sluggishly blissful afternoon surfs.
I had never been to a circus (for I am a poor boy from a wee village at the arse end of no-where) but my girlfriend had when she was a little girl and had enjoyed it very much.
In the end, we threw our tickets away before it even started.