Roll up! Keara’s extended metaphor for life involves classic clowns, bearded ladies, gigantic leprechauns and cat-eating devils – and that’s just her immediate family.
Old favourite ‘circus freaks’ include Mary Malone and her nine, blind, illegitimate children; failed Vegas stripper, Madeleine Morningstar; and Strathbungle Radio she-jay, Mistress Mackenzie.
Life is a travelling circus – especially if you’re an itinerant minstrel, a peripatetic worker from Fife or a professional clown in Big Bonzo’s Travellin’ Circus.
Life is not a travelling circus in that it doesn’t smell of elephants (unless you’ve been on the lash and enjoyed a mixed kebab from Palmyra’s), no one eats candy-floss because it’s absurd and unless you live in a rented flat in Leith, the seats in your lounge are infinitely more comfortable than those in the big top.
‘Comic genius; she’s Eddie Izzard with less make-up and more Glasgow’ List
‘Exudes Glaswegian charm’ Scotsman
‘Effective and talented’ Chortle