As if by magic a circus appeared...
Like the shopkeeper who would materialize each time in the fancy dress shop
and conjure up a new adventure for Mr Benn, one of my favourite cartoons from
childhood (and yes, there is an episode where he runs away to the circus and
becomes a clown) there is a wondrous magic about a circus tent appearing in the everyday space of Wandsworth Common.
A wee bit surreal too. On Sunday evening I had just arrived back in London
from a very special family break in an oast house in Kent, sad to hop it
(ba-boom!). I just wanted to crash after the train ride back but I had an Amazon deadline of that day to drop off a return at our local collection point,. As I trudged down Althorpe Road, ahead I saw a curious sight. A cluster
of caravans on the Common. Well, spoiler alert, you already know it is Zippos,
but at that moment I didn't. Was it the travellers back for Bank Holiday? They
had swept in a few years back and lasted 24 hours before being moved on. As I
got closer I saw trailers too. A film set maybe? Our Common is so blimming
photogenic afterall (as you'll notice on my Instagram account). Then I saw
some men in high vis jackets with drills pegging our a large circular space,
and on the edge of the Common a poster - the circus was coming to town!
Timing is everything. I smiled and groaned at the serendipity of it all. Of
course, Lucy Loves Circus. But as a secondary school teacher, the last week of
the summer holiday is when things get serious for me. I have lessons to
prepare, admin to sort, not to mention checking that my own three children are
sorted - the school labels I bought at the start of the holiday are now nowhere
to be seen. That sort of thing. And then there is the school running club...
all inclusive of all year groups, the sixth formers signed those of us over 17
(!) for the official Big Half marathon, the day before school goes back, and
the morning after a friend's milestone birthday. This then was a week for
getting my head down and being sensible. Instead I found myself juggling all
that with running off to the nearest tattoo parlour for my daughter to get her
ears pierced, ahead of a trip with friends to see Zippos circus on opening
night...
And yet, timing *is* everything. When overwhelmed by to do lists, doing
something for the sheer love of it pushes away the fear of dropping all the
balls. And I've learned a new trick this summer on a course. Work out which
balls are plastic and which are glass, and just focus on keeping the latter in
the air, the others can drop. Discernment takes a bit of practice...
When the tent was up, the first thing I noticed was the LED display above
the ticket box office, showing clips from the show and delivering messages to
reel in the punters. Hello Wandsworth! the first one read. Well, hello Zippos!
To celebrate the occasion, I donned my gold circus heels, one with a female
trapeze artist and the other a male, and little circus tent motifs on the back.
Mindful of the approaching half marathon though, I walked barefoot from home
across the Common and just slipped them on before entering the tent. Looking
ridiculous, trying to contort my feet into a position to show both them of and
the circus ring with my daughter propping them up, got a laugh from the ushers
even if the photo failed. Instagram has a lot to answer for! Bringing them was
worth it though as we were also joined by Isabella, who I know from this circus
journey, sharing a love of aerial. We met when she made my first pair of aerial
gaiters, then tightwire boots (ahead of Harry Styles, thank you! see her website www.isabellamars.com) and the
female artiste on my pair always reminds me of her.
In a sense, the travellers were back in town. Zippos' show this year is
called "Nomads", the souvenir guide opens with Tolkien’s quote
"Not all those who wander are lost", and it is a celebration of
diversity of nationalities and the tradition of entertainers throughout history
who have travelled from town to town to amuse and entertain. That chimes with
me, both as a teacher of modern foreign languages, as a sailor who spent two years living on a boat, sailing islands and oceans
without a night on land, and not to mention being a wondering blogger… But Lucy,
get on, with it, what was it like…?!
Well, there was a traditional circus ring, at the back, there was a curtain,
behind which a black background studded with little lights glittered like the
stars that were about to make an entrance... And...well, let me just spell it out:
Nerve-wrecking. I have to confess I swore a little, out of earshot of
the kids (probably) at tense moments. Acts like Ludvik Novoltny from the Czech
Republic layering cylinder after blank after ball after box and balancing atop
on the rola rola (the name on the programme – why did I think it was called the
rola bola?) in a precarious equilibristic act. Then, in a metal sphere, floodlit
blue, with petrolhead fumes and drama that reminded me of Mad Max in Thunderdome,
there was first one motorbike, then a second, then a third, with perfect timing
in a ballet of speed and wheels courtesy of Globe riders from Argentina, Brazil
and Paraguay, that was the showstopper of the first half. That segued into the adrenaline kick start of another
spherical ring of potential death, the wheel of steel. Alternatively known as
the wheel of death (maybe a bit macabre for a family show), this involved Victor
and Bismark from Colombia executing acrobatic stunts on two large rotating
wheels at either end of a metal arm that rotates around a central axis, both inside,
and, more dangerously, outside. I have seen the act before when the blindfold
comes out. It still kills me, if not them… Then there were The Mighty
Mongolian Warriors doing acrobalance and skipping acts. That sounds friendly
enough until you factor in that at one point the rope was a performer, or that they
skipped while doing a three high! Note: A "three-high" is a human pyramid
with three tiers of people, with one person (the base) on the bottom, another
(the middle) standing on the shoulders of the base, and a third person (the top
or flyer) standing on the shoulders of the middle, an act that requires
incredible strength, balance, and trust among the performers as did their
flying and tumbling from one to the other of each others shoulders.
Ostentatious. In the sense that circus is designed to impress or attract
notice. That is the nature of the show, and traditional circus astonishes and
captivates the audience with bright and spangled costumes, like those of Ukrainian
dancers Sofia Dobrovolska and Diana Muminova, with which the magpies on the
Common would have a field day. As they would with the costume of Khulan, from
Mongolia, whose grace of movement and hula hoop artistry was mesmerising. It
also refers to daring feats and theatrical performances. Take The Timbuktu
Troupe, flipping brilliant Kenyan acrobats in leopard print costumes,
diving through hoops and limboing under fire with an agility and tempo that lifts
the soul. Or Toni Novotony with practiced dexterity cracking whips and whipping
out flaming knives to throw at his partner, who is attached to a spinning wheel,
the fire adding another layer of risk and visual impact. Part of me would also
like to see the tables turn (rather than spin!) so that his partner could have her
turn throwing the knives at the board… And finally, ostentatious in skill but
the antithesis in terms of understated theatrics, was Moroccan-born Ibrahim, on
vertical pole. A study in holding poses, and slowing movement right down at
impossible angles, making the well-nigh impossible (as one who’s tried!)
looking effortlessly easy.
M is for musical. So important at driving the circus narrative. Epic
music signalling its time to hold your breath, but also underscoring the comedy.
One of my favourite moments was seeing clown Whimmy Walker coming on with his
trumpet playing the most beautiful soliloquoy. It was a familiar tune,
something I couldn’t quite place, the same vibe as Miles Davis playing “My
Funny Valentine”.Later I contacted Zippos to find out what it was. “The Story
of Love” came the reply. Of course it would be. That’s the story of circus for
me, and the clown at the heart of it. Which leads on to…
Amusing. That’s an understatement. But there’s no F for funny in NOMADS, and
here I want to bring in the clowns. I’ve mentioned Whimmy’s musicality, but his
is also a fool who is constantly playing with the audience, when he isn’t
juggling an insane amount of tennis rackets, or luggage (back to the Nomads
theme!). Or Paulo Dos Santos, his foil, both in stature and character, who torpedos
aforementioned soulful trumpet soliloquy with riotous drum-banging, deftly
executes both tumbling and the most beautiful aerial acrobatics that kicks of
the show, and with his trademark Brazilian joie de vivre always gets the
audience engaging and cheering.
Daring. This I reserve for “our very own Jackie Louise”. London is so
international “our very own” made me smile. But at the same time, the pride
with which it was delivered was genuinely touching, and it is good to be able
to cheer on the UK when deserved.
Jackie Louise performed such graceful manoeuvres on the aerial loops… oh jeez,
and the neck hang, it’s all coming back … then later stepped into the globe,
bikes flying round her, without the hint of a flinch. I also enjoyed when she stood
atop the globe, as though she owned the world. Brava!
Showstopper. The final act was Alexander Lichner, from Spain. Hang
on, I thought, with my Spanish teacher hat on. What sort of Spanish name is
that? Shouldn’t it be Alejandro at the very least? Then I reflected my kids
have Dutch surnames, Swiss passports, live in London and English is their
mother tongue. And its circus. Nomads. Who is really from where? It was not
surprising to read that Lichner won Gold recently at the French Circus Festival
of Massy. His entrance descent was a ridiculous feat of balance, then scaling
the rope back up could have been an act in itself. The trapeze sequences were beautiful
to watch, the toe hang must have been painful enough but the single heel hang high
in the gods was almost too excruciating to watch, still, I couldn’t tear my
eyes away.
Afterwards we took fun pictures of the children sticking their heads through
circus-themed face in hole boards, and generally dragged our heels, the last to leave. The children were so animated and
delighted, it was a joy to watch their reactions throughout the show and to
share this experience with family, bringing them together with their friends
and me with mine, well, I felt immensely privileged and grateful.
On the way home we admired the blue super moon in the sky. I hadn’t known it
was a thing until Isabella explained it to me. It was beautiful. Like a
universal blessing on the night. The only thing it didn’t have were three motorbikes
whizzing around inside…
The thing is magic, whether in a sudden circus appearance or a shared family
experience, comes unexpectedly. Whether juggling work, family, and personal
passions or simply trying to make it through the day, circus is my talisman, a
reminder to appreciate the moments of joy and wonder that life brings.
Sometimes, the most magical moments are the ones we least expect. So if you
have the chance to attend a circus, take it. Zippos has two more shows tomorrow
(Monday 4th September) on Wandsworth Common, before moving on. The
experience is unforgettable, and the memories will stay with you long after the
tent comes down.
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