Trevor Fergusson is a good, hardworking, living at home, 42 year old, clown.
He tries hard to work well with others and even makes them laugh occasionally. It’s just a shame he doesn’t like children, has Irritable Bowel Syndrome, is colour blind, slowly becoming allergic to the face paint, lives with his mum and has a poor work ethic. Apart from that, he’s a great guy.
Funnily enough Trevor is not a talented clown, though he does have a few tricks up his sleeve. Being a clown is a solitary life, so when Claire pops into it, how will Trevor react? It’s possibly a love story of silly proportions.
This is not Hollywood, we are not in a land of fairy-tales, and it all takes place in your average, normal, suburban children’s parties.
He may change his spots, we can always hope, but probably not.