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A Terribly Indignity

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Rides-67Went to a carnival last night… they all seem a bit sad and seedy now. Of course, they were also a bit sad and seedy back then, but I was too enthralled to notice or care. Something oddly fascinating about these open mouthed clowns. I took a lot of photos of them – sad, shouting, screaming, singing… This one struck as most poignant, though I am still no sure why…

Rides-200Now, I’ve previously discoursed on my fascination/obsession with Carnies in Carnie and Carnie II and last night they proved themselves. Or at least the bunch running the Kiddie Carnival on the Auckland Waterfront.

My hubby put down his backback to shoot the bumper cars and completely forgot about it… walked away. In fact, we headed across town a ways to photograph the grown-up rides. He did not realise it was missing until an hour later. Ugh… Ugh… Ugh… a few grand in lenses and other photography gear gone gone gone…

We raced back and they were closing up, but let us in to see if anyone knew about the backpack… and sure enough – one had it, said he’d been looking for the owner for the past hour.

Here he is, with his assistant. Unfortunately, I did not get either of their names, but we are very very grateful them. Hooray for carnies!!!

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31/03/2013 at 5:03 pm

Carnie II

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Yes, you know it’s true… never, ever in my definitely NOT misspent youth, did I stand beside some hunky dude willing to blow all his hard-earned cash shooting tin cans to win me a large stuffed anything.

That girl had skinny legs and short shorts and wore a bikini top, instead of a blouse. And her hair was blonde, fluttered in the breeze and glistened in the neon.

I stood there sucking on my cherry snow cone and hated her with the kind of envy only a teenage girl can muster.

Obviously, I still do. She better be fat and ugly now or the universe is gonna pay!

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06/12/2011 at 10:15 pm


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Wonder what it was about those carnie guys… from here, they look like boozing, womanising, low-life losers – the kind you’d cry your eyes out if your daughter ever took up with one. Back when I was fifteen, they were the next best thing to a rock star – and just as interested in me… Sigh… it will always be the dream…

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05/12/2011 at 11:11 pm

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