What a surprise I got upon arriving for a gig for my other job, party clown, at a luxury Sydney home last Saturday.

I pressed a buzzer at the entrance of the two-storey concrete home, and was flabbergasted when Israel Folau opened the door.

"What the ...?!" he said, clearly alarmed. "Bro, what're you doin' here?"

"I'm the clown, mate. I was booked for a party at this address."

Folau called out to his wife, Maria. She came to the door. Folau said: "I told you that Alisi wanted a fairy godmother. No offence, bro."

"None taken."

Maria said: "I couldn't find one, so I........

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