The Silly-Savvy Salopian

City Playground

Face squeezed between tall rails My spirit vaporising out through the gap The concrete contains me. Copyright owned by Jay Cool

Suffolk Punch Comedy Club’s 1st Birthday (and the cake that our compere, PJ, did not bake for the punters) What better way to celebrate Suffolk Punch Comedy Club’s first birthday than with …. Gavin Milnethorpe? No, not with Gavin – not yet awhile anyhow. First stop’s the bar. No woman in herContinue reading “Tittling Toupees at The Tap”

An Exotic Photo-Shoot at The Tap

Well, I’m back (again!) Back from an inspection of the loos at The Brewery Tap (plenty of bog roll!). And, I ‘m standing back, standing back with the rest of the punters in the Tap; standing back to make room for the crane that’s been sent in to lift Jason Ventris out of hisContinue reading “An Exotic Photo-Shoot at The Tap”

Pumping it Up with Jason Ventris in Hollywood

Back. I’m back at the Tap; I know what I want, what I really, really want; but I’m not a Spice Girl and I’m not disappointed. I’m all psyched up, pint of mango cider in hand, and I’m really feeling it! (CHECK OUT THIS SPACE FOR COOL PIC OF JAY IN GINGER SPICE GEAR –Continue reading “Pumping it Up with Jason Ventris in Hollywood”

Feckless Fools: Part Four

Sir Humphrey Kynaston (1468-1534), Jay Cool’s 12th Gread Grandad & 15th Great Uncle, of Myddle Castle and Nescliffe Cave, Shropshire On awakening, bright and early, or more likely befuzzled and early, with a splitting headache, Lots-of-Greats Granduncledad Humphrey [1]needed a quick fix. What better than a ride into Shrewsbury for a little therapeutic impulse shopping atContinue reading “Feckless Fools: Part Four”

Feckless Fools: Part Three

Sir Humphrey Kynaston (1468-1534), Jay Cool’s 12th Great Grandad & 15th Great Uncle, of Myddle Castle and Nescliffe Cave, Shropshire My Great-Granduncledad-Something Humphrey Kynaston did, of course, do what all of my genes do best. He fled. Fled from his wife, his children, and his tumble-down castle [1]and his …. No, he didn’t flee from hisContinue reading “Feckless Fools: Part Three”

Who is The Silly-Savvy Salopian?

Jay Cool has acquired the title of ‘The Silly-Savvy Salopian’, due to her eccentric ways and her egocentric obsession with Shropshire. So deluded is she, that she claims to have been birthed within a Salopian cave, and to be descended from every significant soul to set foot on Salopian soil. No-one has yet dared toContinue reading “Who is The Silly-Savvy Salopian?”

Back to the Myddle: Day Nine of an Ancestral Adventure

Back to the Myddle: Day Nine of an Ancestral Adventure Sunday. Sudbury. Sunday in Sudbury? Why not? ********************************************** “Yes, I there possibly is a cave”! advised the friendly shop manager in ‘At The Myddle’. “But I’m not entirely certain, because I’ve just moved in! I’ll ask around!” “Yes, there is a cave near here somewhere!” proclaimedContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Nine of an Ancestral Adventure”

Back to the Myddle: Day Eight of an Ancestral Adventure

Back to the Myddle: Day Eight of an Ancestral Adventure Reclamation. Whether I be at home in Shropshire or in Suffolk is a dilemma that can only be solved by checking out my territory – by a full survey of my lands and properties. I can’t believe that I once stood in a classroom, zoning out theContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Eight of an Ancestral Adventure”

Back to the Myddle: Day Seven of an Ancestral Adventure

Back to the Myddle: Day Seven of an Ancestral Adventure Shropshire. Suffolk. Shropshire. Suffolk. Where? Just where exactly do I come from? I was born in Shropshire. I live in Suffolk. And, in between times, I’ve lived just about everywhere else in the UK. Rootless. Rootless and a long way from home. A long wayContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Seven of an Ancestral Adventure”