The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Laughter On Tap (Suffolk Punch Comedy Club’s official blog)

An eccentric, in mid-life crisis, ventures into The Brewery Tap (and assorted Portaloos) to blog about Suffolk Punch Comedy Club stand-ups …

Under the Stars with Mary Webb

I first shook hands with cousin, Mary, on a visit to Much Wenlock. I believe with all sincerity, that she saw me looking lost and desperate. I had mislaid Hubby and Sprogs, and was wandering around aimlessly in a downpour of rain. In a rare moment of clarity, it had occurred to me that IContinue reading “Under the Stars with Mary Webb”

The Voices Begin

Thanks for joining me, Jay Cool, as I read and respond to the writings of my Salopian ancestors! Out of Shropshire’s caves I go, spreading madness to and fro. Join the throngs and follow me, East to Suffolk – to have a wee. ( Jay Cool, the Silly-Savvy Salopian)

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

The Burnout

‘Plasticine’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com I pull plasticine out of my ears. On and on and on it comes, seeming to have no end to it. It’s coming out so fast, I don’t know what to do with it, how to manage it, so I wrap it around myself – until my body, like myContinue reading “The Burnout”

Doldrum Blue

‘Butterfly Blue’ image by Stergo (Pixabay.com) As doldrum blue adorns the sky Frost, the poet, tattoos my thigh His butterfly, I try to shoo It’s ice-cold burn bites me right through It’s not my thing to have the sky Complete with bugs upon my thigh I try to say I love it not But doesContinue reading “Doldrum Blue”

Lusty Low-Life at The Tap

Been an age since I’ve had the pleasure of a (no, not that!) pint of mango cider. The taste of rotten apples is by far superior to the taste of whatever was on your mind (yes, I’m well aware of the quality of my readership, thankyou!)! But it’s been well worth the wait, as I’mContinue reading “Lusty Low-Life at The Tap”

Therapist

I take her on a journey through the mess in my house: the sweet wrappers, looking pretty, with a shiny red glow; and the cereal boxes, turned in on themselves, and painted white; and the half-full bottles of spinach juice; the glitter sparkling; and the beige foundation – crumbling and sinking into salmon pink. SheContinue reading “Therapist”

To You For Whom They Are Made

‘Globe Trotter’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com Songs, unfinished. Novels, half-written. Journeys, unblogged. Poems, unrhymed. Words, mish-mashed. Randomness, untamed. Workocks, nirked. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019 Inspired by ‘Fishmonger’, by Marsden Hartley.

Macrophage

When my sanity shattered, and my soul gave up, I stood there and stared at the stars. A faraway fragment, a shard of my mind, did sparkle and shine, quite dazzling and fine. I watched it take form, as its eyeballs danced; saw it open its mouth and take up its stance. It captured andContinue reading “Macrophage”