When the circus erected their big top in Silvio's backyard, they didn't instantly recognise the need for security around the tent perimeter, in order to stop the natives crawling under the tarpaulin, during matinee performances. The inadequate security measures soon became apparent however, when audience numbers far exceeded ticket receipts. In order to help rectify the situation, and restore a sense of balance to proceedings, young Silvio agreed to lend a hand with security arrangements. The roustabouts were clearly out of their league when it came to outwitting the locals, and besides they were otherwise engaged in their clown roles, once the show started. Silvio's career as minder to a travelling troupe of rag-bag performers had begun. Everything went fine for a few days and word spread through the local community that Silvio wasn't clowning around as far as freeloaders were concerned. Takings were up, the ringmaster was happy!. Then the shit hit the fan. After the late night performance one Friday, the male contortionist, clad in his leopard skin leotard, suggested that Silvio accompany him back to his caravan for a nightcap. Thats when Silvio decided to make a hasty retreat into the darkness of the night, and left the contortionist to cry on the clowns shoulder. That was one crap job Silvio will never forget everytime he see's a trapeze hoisted beneath a big top tarpaulin.
