Clowns on bicycles.
Report on the bicycle demo of May 5th in Utrecht, Holland.
By clowns maka KIKA and Blobje
Well this was an exiting day dear people. Today we had a nice bicycle tour. This day had been specially chosen because it is the day that everyone can say what they want because in the past this was not allowed for 5 years because bad people were living in our country. And we really wanted to say something today. We think that the great leaders of the 8 biggest industry countries in the world should come together, but they should do nice things like organising good parties. And if they still need to make decisions, let it be about the things they have wits for; like baking cookies and eating cakes. So we as clowns cycled along for freedom and to make a big party out of the G8 and everyone is invited. We clowns did our best to guide the demo into the right pathways. At the Jaarbeursplein we talked with our blue colleagues and guarded together with them the meeting place. Then they were really nice to us and even wanted to go on a picture with us. During the bicycle tour we cycled and cycled and cycled. Every crossroad we had to block with our happy stop-boards. We cheered up the public despite the silly driving of our blue colleagues. These clowns shook their heads several times because of their stupid manoeuvres. That there was no real accidents was no thanks to them. Several times they tried to drive into the demonstration with their bright coloured van. This in spite that we told everyone the demo was only for cyclists. Of course we understand that they were just jealous because we all were so happy and they wanted to share in our joy. But we had told them that we were the order team of the demo. I think they were frustrated that we did such a better job than they did and that that's the reason that they all locked us in. Sorry bicycle caravan that you had to pay the bill. When our blue colleagues made a circle around us with boys and girls (but for the most boys) to ensure that we had our own play ground, we threw nicely with balloons. And of course we also helped them to secure the whole circle. One of the men in blue told me that he didn't like blue at all. I said to him that it has to be hard to walk around in blue the whole day. He said it was his work. My work is a lot nicer and I can wear all the bright colours that I like! There were blue colleagues in show off uniforms and in official uniforms, but also there were colleagues that didn't look like colleagues but where still quite easy to recognize. They had all the same pair of sunglasses and the same haircut. Because we know this kind of colleagues like silence a lot, we also helped them by saying ssst ssst ssst a lot in their neighbourhood. But they were very serious and didn't laugh at all. Also they didn't go along in our water fight. Suddenly they decided to let us make a tour in a city bus. They thought that we had to be tired after a long bicycle tour but that was not the case. But when we tried to tell them they didn't believe us and so we stepped in the bus. In the bus it was very nice. We named it the party bus and played a lot of games like rubber chicken and slimy monster.. with extra difficulties. The difficulties where that everyone had to hold both hands on their backs. Still it worked out really nice. In the end we also blew up balloons (also with extra difficulties) and then let them escape so they flew all the way through the bus. Everyone except the colleagues joined in. Then the party was really starting. After this we got a free sight seeing tour through Utrecht with the city bus. And we even got a specially arranged tour in the court of justice. The tour was a bit long in the end, it became a bit dull. The facilities were a bit primitive also. But well, even a clowns life is not all about sunshine. But now a few hours later we are together again and drinking a nice clown drink. Tomorrow we are going to pick up our bikes cause our uniformed friends were so nice to put them away safe.
Clownish Greetings, Maka KIKA and Blobje.
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