I went to clown
school and found unhappiness.
I went to clown school to perhaps set free an inner voice.
I emerged a mime.
After 15 years I emerge with an alternative persona, which I inhabit daily, unhappily
and almost without pity.
A primitive ceremony by a primitive technician
Lurk is spiteful, cruel, untrustworthy, deceitful, completely silent and
The ultimate niche marketing.
I hide behind corners and submit pedestrians to indignities.
Its my premise of choice.
Richly comic as I am a clown.
A rare clown as my character "Lurk"
Is deeply unhappy, massively resentful, wholeheartedly selfish and
thoroughly dissatisfied with himself, his audience, passers by and life
I am still shocked and intrigued by the content of my show.
On paper my interactions could be judged cruel, abusive, sociopathic,
I, after all simulate strangling the public for a living.
I also unsexually (as only a clown could) push old ladies faces into my
Still we keep coming back to
Richly comic as I am a clown."Watching my show is like sitting on a crate
of beer near an icy corner,
watching car after car creep around, lose control, and slide slowly off the
road or into the car that has crashed before it."