Not sick in a hedge but...
I remember being taken to the circus by my dear old ma when I was about 4. I have not been since, nor will I ever go again.

I hadn't really had much experience of clowns before that time which was how it came as much as a surprise to me, and an even larger surprise to my mother, that if they came anywhere near me I would immediately scream like I was being chased by satan himself and then promptly vomit all over myself and anyone else in the neighbouring area. Thankfully I was removed from the tent before the vice like grip of terror sent me entirely over the edge and I did myself any further damage.

Even now even images, ornaments, statues or pictures of clowns or circus tents are enough to make me feel billious with fear and I worry that, if I were ever approached by someone dressed as a clown, no matter how innocent they were, I would probably end up doing life for battering them to death with their own stupid, unfunny, ridiculously oversized shoes.

Shudder....
(Senora Veranos cannot and will not so ner..., Fri 10 Jun 2011, 11:46, 3 replies)

So, a picture of a clown sends you over the edge?
Better not click this link then...

bit.ly/9C4T3
(The Luggage is haunted..., Fri 10 Jun 2011, 11:49, closed)

* sings along

( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 10 Jun 2011, 11:50, closed)

So you'd doubly like
John Wayne Gacy then...
( Hunter Stockton was murdered by a bicycle wielding axolotl,.,.,.,., Sun 12 Jun 2011, 1:04, closed)