OK I’ll be brave and open up.
My name is martin ewen and professionally I am an unhappy stilt pantomime.
I was born in 63, I was a child prodigy, by the time I had left the post natal clinic I had graduated as a doctor and was already specializing in bone marrow disorders.
My childhood was spectacularly uneventful, I mostly wrote books.My parents were both hardworking professionals, my father (before his accident) was a human cannonball and my mother was an adhesive chemist. They met by chance when a spiteful clown changed my fathers trajectory before a matinee and he flew askew and landed on my mothers date, killing him. In the trauma counseling and legal wrangling that followed they grew close and fell in love.I am the oldest of 4 and a half children, my youngest brother Paul has a seintinent lump on his neck with lips that we suspect is an unborn twin, occasionally it sings.
My probation officer gave me permission to attend clown school in 1983. I was then 20.
The clown school was run by Alan Clay who uses the Socretian method.
The first time I had to wear red-nose in Public I chain-whipped a pram.The baby laughed, the mother thought I was charmingLater I found a way to shoot dead squid over buildings.
I was always a clowns clown. This was difficult in that there were very few clowns and if you didn’t have one or two in your audience, no-one laughed.
I gave up laughing professionally ten years ago and I’ve never been happier.
I spend my days sneering at a public who find me amusing I think because I try so superficially to be happy.I sneer at myself sometimes just for the practice.I have worked over 20 years in over 20 Countries in over 100 citys and towns.
I’ll spare you the anecdotal Olympics and the flaying with cliches as I will also the name-dropping . I am open minded and still of the opinion that strangers are just people who haven't let you down yet.
I live to meet new people and disappoint them
