CIRCA

At approximately 14:00 hours yesterdaytime, a small but determined Mancy Gaggle marched proudly down the Oxford Road in Madchester towards the Army recruitment centre.

Mancy Clowns had heard much about this ‘army’ of late, and thought it was about time we rescued its members from their jobs of death and violence and recruited them as swiftly as possible into our own army of big-shoe, smelly-foot soldiers. Who could possibly choose a canon over a kiss? A shotgun over a saucepan?

Oh such faces! Such colours! Such left foot-right foot co-ordination! What could possibly go wrong? Well… our heroes soon found themselves surrounded by an army of blue Glaswegians, drinking cans of Carl’s Ing and singing the same songs… Forsooth! What the blazes was going on?

Never fear, it didn’t take our brave clownlets long to discover that these jolly folk were here to watch a big game. A game you say? Huzzah! These were our kind of people. We asked if we could play the game too (being masters of all kinds of play), and even offered all our riches, but this game was more expensive than our flowers and feathers and string could afford. Apparently we needed a foot and a ball. Hmmmmm.

So, never disheartened, we marched on to meet the army, perhaps they would know where to get a foot from, seeing as they like to blow them off so often.

And then…

Due to this big game of foots and balls, our rival soul-less-diers had shut shop! They were clearly very upset to have missed us, as even when we came in to say hello the man said “please come back tomorrow”. Perhaps they were particularly busy with decapitating feet for the game.

We tried to pursuade them to play but then the poo-lice arrived, having been watching the blue army just outside, and tumbled us onto the street. Pah!

Always determined we strung up our bannerner which read CIRCA: BE THE BESTEST and played some games before trotting back home. One poo-lice man said he didn’t want to join our army because was already in an army ~ “God’s army”… we have never heard of this army and resolve to get to the bottom of it.

We were invited back though and, let’s painted-face it, it would be rude not to…

of some kind, Alas! News of our games had spread as far as the recruitment office itself, so when we got there we had but ten minute minutes to recruit

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