…I am coulrophobic.

 

I once spent a week in Switzerland snowboarding with Z. We stayed in a nice hotel slightly out of the main village, quiet and understated, rode all day, wandered about in the evenings for a few beers and ate most evenings in the hotel. But the single most disturbing thing about the trip…every single wall in the dining area was covered in paintings of clowns. Laughing clowns, clowns crying while they were laughing, clowns in repose, clowns with big feet, clowns presenting their shitty, implausible plastic squirty flowers for you to sniff like only an imbecile would accept….argghhh…f##king clowns everywhere ?!? Honestly a meal and bottle of wine later in there and you felt like someone was dragging their nails down the inside of your skull. And as if this wasn’t a sufficient travesty, the owners had managed to source a nice line in Pierette et Pierot artwork too…!?!?

 

wrong…so so wrong.