Old skool

It’s strange but I never thought that writing this blog would take me back to times I had forgotten. Having spent 2 days thinking back to a time almost 20 years ago it has got me remembering lots of little details, the smell of a warm bear suit as you get in it after someone else (mostly the smell of the antiseptic wipes we used inside the head), the sound of a jazz band running through their numbers before going on stage, the feel of the big top just as lights drop before a show, the incessant sound of rave music (one of the other bears was a DJ in his spare time, hence yesterdays track), the days spent sitting in porta cabins watching the rain and praying for more (£1000 bear suits don’t like water, if it rained we did nothing), comparing injuries and scars (ice skating, stilt walking, fire juggling, rollerblades and unicycles were at are disposal, but not always the correct training). I wonder where my fellow bears are today, 2 were training to become doctors, 1 a dentist, 1 a nurse, 1 had qualified as an airline pilot, others I known stayed in the entertainment business as puppeteers and one went back to Australia to farm. Great days and some even better memories.



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