This summer I went on another lovely walk with my delightful girlfriend, but this time on London’s South Bank, transformed into a smorsgabord of clowns and other fools.

It seems at least one person enjoys the policeman’s baton. Perhaps a formative moment for an anarchist in waiting?

The embrace of a dancing mannequin seems a jovial tragedy. I just hope this guy isn’t too into the method.

These guys were doing lots of jumping around with the finale being some guy fitting himself into an oversized Fray Bentos pie tray. I’ve seen better though, specifically an outfit that performed a similar act outside a pub in Holborn but with more drums. It’s all about multimedia these days lads.
Of course the child is unimpressed; this is all nonsense. Take her to something she will appreciate. Like the opera. Or Crufts.