I chased an anti-fracking clown on a unicycle.

First off, the clown was the one on a unicycle. I was actually sitting at a bar in Sydney Australia. I was also sitting there with my husband and Stan the Sock Monkey.

This is Stan The Drunk Sock Monkey

While we sat there, taking pictures of our monkey on the bar and enjoying a beer, I got up and left the bar.....

My husband's view was me leaving the bar and saying, "There is a clown on a unicycle".

A few moments later, I flew back in, grabbed the monkey and stated I would be right back .

The bartender just looked at my husband in question, but my husband was not fazed and just shrugged, "That is kinda normal for her."

I had made a deal with the anti-fracking clown.

I ran after him, when I saw him pass the bar window. I had met up just a short way, as he was sitting down to take a rest. Which I can understand that riding a unicycle while spreading the word about fracking can be exhausting.

I know...how lucky am I that I did not have to chase him very far?

I asked him if would mind taking a picture with my sock monkey. He said sure but....

There was a catch, he posed with a sock monkey owned by some crazy non Australian lady that just ran out of a bar, and I listened to his spiel about fracking. (click here if you have no clue what heck fracking is).