Grilled. I’m red hot, so hot that I’ve turned white-hot and I’m here at The Brewery Tap gagging for a pint of their speciality ‘mango’ cider. But, alas, it’s not to be. My timing is not so hot as the rest of me! I’ve been pipped to the bar by the most generous punter in Sudbury. Not content with orderingContinue reading “A Grilling at The Tap”
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Groundhog Day at Leestock
Suffolk Punch Comedy at the Leestock Festival Suffolk Punch Comedy’s show, hosted by the emcee Pauline Eyre, every child’s nightmare of an embarrassing yes-I-think-I’m-funny mum, gets off to a cracking Sunday start: Why did the baker wash his hands? We don’t know Pauline Eyre! Why did the baker wash his hands? Because he’d kneadedContinue reading “Groundhog Day at Leestock”
Toying with the Dark Side at Leestock
Now that Chewbacca’s facial hair has taken its leave from my throat, curtesy of a half a cherry cider, I’m feeling pretty chippers. I’m so chirpy that I’m thinking the brand name for the cider, Cheery Old Dudda, is more than apt. The aftertaste of sweet cherries has certainly put a spring into this oldContinue reading “Toying with the Dark Side at Leestock”
Chewbacca Takes a Bite of the Cherry at Leestock
Poor wee Adam. So tiny before being sucked in by the comedy tent. But once sucked in and licked up a bit, he did start to expand. And, once elevated up there onto the stage, he blossomed. And, once he looked down and saw all the Suffolk lasses, without a single ‘orange’ Essex complexion betwixt them, I’dContinue reading “Chewbacca Takes a Bite of the Cherry at Leestock”
Royal Redheads Raise the Standard at Leestock
Adam. Adam’s arrived at Leestock. And I do believe he’s booked in as the first comedian of the day, but I’ve just downed my ‘Five a Day’ breakfast drinks (I’ll post up the cider menu later!) and I’m feeling re-energised, so I’m taking a short walk to the lovely Leestock lavatories – in an attemptContinue reading “Royal Redheads Raise the Standard at Leestock”
Sermon at Mount Leestock
Sunday. Okay, Dad, so I’m not in church, and I know you brought me up to be a regular kind of a vicar’s daughter – the kind who helps out at the local Sunday School. But it is Sunday and I am helping out and I am being an educator, because I’m dishing out someContinue reading “Sermon at Mount Leestock”
Bubbling Over at Leestock
Gavin’s gone. Gavin’s gone and I’m gutted. I’m sitting in the comedy tent at Leestock and I’m feeling the loss. Some irritatingly loud and guttural singer is trying to interrupt my solace. But I can only see and hear Gavin Milnethorpe. Gavin should still be here. It should be him -not that guttersnipe – upContinue reading “Bubbling Over at Leestock”
Getting into a Flap at Leestock
Unbelievable! Not only has the beer tent at Leestock run out of rhubarb cider, they’re now down on the apricot too! So I’m trying out the coffee. But, it’s a roasting hot day, and the milk content in this drink is so minimal that even Kahn, the vegan comic, would approve. The paperContinue reading “Getting into a Flap at Leestock”
Peeing for a Miracle at Leestock
The mustard’s hot but the sun is scorching and I need to get back into the protective shade of the Comedy Tent, before the The Monks take to the stage. The beer tent just happens to be en route – it’s almost as conveniently placed as the Portaloos! So I take a quick look at the ciderContinue reading “Peeing for a Miracle at Leestock”
Standing up with the Hot Stuff at Leestock
Get this. Some guy in the Thailand made MSN headline news after he, rather vainly, took a selfie on a coach trip. Not because he was a dish, but because the photo featured some British girl’s stinky feet. A pair of feet rudely perched upon the unfortunate guy’s headrest. You may be wondering why I’mContinue reading “Standing up with the Hot Stuff at Leestock”
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