Coconut goes to see Limbo by accident
COCONUT was wandering down near Dixie Park when he saw a strange tent, and thinking there might be free food and drink inside he snuck in through a door at the back.
What happened next you wouldn’t read about.
Not understanding where he was he took a seat and when the lights came up realised he was in the middle of a crowd that was waiting for something to begin.
Then from nowhere came several folk, whom he took to be vagrants or perhaps some kind of troubadours. They were playing strange music on a harmonica and a tuba, of all things.
They announced something he didn’t catch and then, lo, out from the darkness came a prancing tap dancer, grinning very white of teeth and dancing the heck out of everything.
Coconut was very confused but too embarrassed to sneak out, especially when some lovely ladies appeared, possibly also street people without much clothing to their name but very glamourous also, who cavorted on the little stage just bare inches away from Coconut’s wide eyed gaze.
These people came and went time and again in a bewildering array of disguises, and what it was all about Coconut could not tell. But it involved swallowing flames, juggling more hoops than is normally safe, balancing a peacock feather on the chin, and other craziness involving very strange skill sets, all most colourful and spectacular but impossible to divine as to meaning.
At one point a nice lady with multi-coloured hair was wrestled into a straitjacket by the others and even chained up, her protesting all the time.
And no one in Coconut’s company even got up to lift a finger of help!
In fact they seemed to be enjoying the whole thing!
Anyway this young lady wrangled her way out of this unnecessary predicament most skilfully, to Coconut’s relief.
Then another exquisite young lady ran burning brands along her limbs – this was when the straitjacket would have been handy – and several times belched huge flames upward to the flammable-looking velvet canopy. Coconut noted the nearest exit sign.
For good measure they set a ladder on fire, with someone on it (why?), don’t they know about matches, and then they put themselves atop these tall, springy poles that bent as easily as looking at them.
They were perched way up there, sproinging around (why??), with near fatal collisions, and no one even trying to stop it – all Coconut could see were the smiling, upturned faces of the crowd lapping it up. The band kept playing like this was normal!
Coconut had not spotted one free finger sandwich let alone a free single malt and decided it was time to leave, mesmerising though it was to watch these strange people.
He crawled across the floor, dodging a blonde juggling goddess and the bass player and eventually found a gap in the curtains, and out into the darkness.
Phew! What a night!
Limbo at the Spiegeltent, Port Douglas