Circus Boy 12 - The Final Word

So as it is Christmas Eve, what better time to wrap up the Circus Boy saga? (See what I did there?)

I never heard from him again after the phone call when I thought he was insensitive to say I should be celebrating my Dad's life when he had only just died. I had all but forgotten him, apart from writing blogs about him and when people would ask about him.

Then one Saturday in November, my mobile went as I was under my son's bed trying to sort through the devastation, so I didn't answer. It immediately went again, so I thought it must be important and extricated myself from the spiders and fluffballs.

'Karen, it's Circus Boy,'

'Hello, how are you...'

'Well, not very good actually. Do you have an STD?'

As you can imagine, I almost choked on my own saliva at that one.

'Because you are the only person I've slept with recently, and now I've got sores around my anus.'

I wasn't sure whether to laugh or shout at him, a situation I often found myself in with Circus Boy. I mean, whatever we had got up to, I'd not been playing around THAT part of his anatomy with any bits of mine. And the thought that I was the only person he'd slept with was almost even more ludicrous, the boy's a supreme tart, and he must be kidding himself if he thought I didn't know it.

'Well I'm fine, and I know I was fine after Steve, so I don't think it has anything to do with me. Are you sure it's an STD? It doesn't sound like anything I know of.'

'Yes, well, I've got other symptoms as well, I'm just waiting for the doctor to call me back, I've been waiting ages.'

'You know they've got the walk-in centre at Princess Royal - and the STD clinic's there as well, but I'm not sure if it's open at weekends...'

'I haven't got time for that, this is an emergency! Anyway, do you want to go to the open mic night on Thursday....'

And right there he went back to normal chatting for about five minutes before he rang off! So typical Circus Boy - madness, insults and hilarity all in ten minutes. I asked him to text me if it was anything I should be worried about, and he hasn't, so I'm assuming (in the absence of symptoms) that it wasn't.

One day when we were talking, Circus Boy said he thought people came into eachother's lives for a purpose. I really do think he came into my life to bring me some fun and brightness at a very dark time for me. We met just after Dad was diagnosed as terminal and in the final stages of his cancer, and Circus Boy kept on popping up right until he died. And for all that he could be as annoying as hell, and completely flakey and unreliable, he was also really good fun, good to talk to, got me doing spontaneous things I normally wouldn't, and was a bloody good shag. It's maybe stretching the definition of angel, but he did bring a little sprinkling of his own brand of joy.

Merry Christmas :-)