A word on erecting circus tents.

Part of the joy of my work is the exciting challenges that fresh jobs offer. Even a tent I've built before becomes a whole new experience in a new place, especially, say, in a carpark, with space constraints. So if you ever happen to put a circus tent up in a carpark, and realise once you get one king pole up that the guys aren't going to clear the side wall, keep your fucking mouth shut, rather than saying, glibly, "Eh, let's move the tent a metre that way".

Oy. We did try rigging spars to raise the anchor points for the guys, and a couple of other easy fixes, but take it from me, if you have to double handle part of a circus tent, the king poles are *last* on the list of favourites.

Still. The riverbank of my adopted home town is now littered with tents, filled with puppets, and tumblers, and clowns. And I built them.

There are worse ways to earn a buck ....

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