OddThinking

If you haven’t already read about my failed attempts to psychologically scar a small child, you should read them first.

Last week I attended a corporate dinner, when the MC, Michael Pope, dressed as a circus ringmaster, ran a competition.

The selection process was to balance a stick on your finger. This is something I have practiced until I can do it blindfolded – literally – so I had a huge headstart.

Unfortunately, the MC, selecting the best candidates from the audience, through the stage smoke, with stage-lights in his eyes, failed to see me, forlornly standing in the audience, perfectly still, with the bamboo stick in a stable balance. Meanwhile, the others who, more visibly, jumped and lurched and fumbled and retried, were called to the stage to enter the competition.

I sat down, disappointed, as the MC filtered out half of the candidates with a simple co-ordination test with juggling balls, before presenting each of the final four people the prop for their final test for the big prize…

…a hula hoop.

Down in the audience, I began to cry like a 7-year old girl.