My family and I were recently in David Jones being disappointed by the scarcity of decent reduced-cost infant-ware (there was supposed to be a sale) when I snapped this clown-sculpture in the children's ware (is that one word?) section: So here's the brief, Bob: I want you to create a clown whose eyes are sunken in their hollow sockets and glazed with terror. Also, make its mouth gape open in a silent, ululating scream only hinting at the promise of a grin. Fear me. FEAR. ME.