Archaos, Queen Elizabeth Stadium March 9 HERE'S a sneaky way to infiltrate this circus: just disguise yourself as a fat, bearded cross-dresser who does sick things with plastic dolls.
Wait. Archaos already has one of those, so go for bust and buy a ticket - providing there are still any left for this crazy, anarchic, brilliant show from France.
This is the circus of your dreams - or nightmares if you happen to have a problem with lunatics tearing around with chain-saws, daredevils on motorbikes or aerialists who perform heart-stopping stunts without a safety net.
Immediacy takes on a whole new meaning if you happen to be sitting near the front when Salvador Bugalovales, looking like a miniature version of Spiderman, swings and tosses himself on the rope high above your head. One miscalculation and - omigod, it doesn't bear thinking about.
Not that you'll have time for considered thought in this action-packed super-spectacular which starts off on a deceptively laid-back note, then hits you like a Signal 10 typhoon.
An entertainment which provides all the excitement and romance of the big top minus the hackneyed conventions: that was the original idea and joint artistic directors Pierrot Bidon and Guy Carrera have realised it in a way that makes Archaos unique: dazzling displays of artistry, combined with a thoroughly contemporary flavour and much ribald humour.