Silly-Savvy Comedy – Market Mutations

In for a treat – another evening of raucous laughter, courtesy of Suffolk Punch Comedy Club.

PJ, our Manager and Emcee, is, on this occasion, presenting his wares at the internationally-renowned venue Needham Market’s FC.

And the first item up is none other than … the priceless No. 1, Chris Norton-Walker!

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No.1 wastes no time in boasting about his assets – even throwing a little extra into the deal – a personalised crystal ball!

Some of us punters are tempted, and the bidding begins to picks up pace, but then Chris makes a major slip-up –  dropping in that the successful bidder will have to cover the additional costs of a second installation.

No way hosay! This is Needham Market, not Sandringham – us taxpayers run on a limited budget! Sorry, Chris! How about settling for a piercing? A crystal stud from Argos?

But whatever Chris may be lacking in the way of balls, he soon compensates for the oversight by tricking his audience into a healthy dose of laughter.

Only, I, Jay Cool, blogger and critic extraordinaire can see through and beyond the crystal; the punters may believe they are laughing at Chris’ jokes, but the reality is that just one look at his face is enough to send all copies of Mr Miserable straight to the recycling bank. He thinks he looks like the white version of Howard from the Halifax ads, but all that I can see is Mr Potato Head. See if you can spot the difference!

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It’s a relief when the potato starts to sprout, and transmute into item No.1/2 – Chris-come-Ariel!

No. 2, Arielle Soumer, is chuffed to bits by the colour-change, and launches straight into a rant about a scorge of invaders who’ve moved into Brixton.

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Apparently a herd of pale and pasty freaks have been stealing jobs (and chicken) away from the native Afro-Caribbeans. Down on her luck, Ariel wants revenge and is homing in on some kind of a financial arrangement with an elderly front-row ogler. He’s all up for it, but his wife’s none too ….

Ariel, shift – now!

Item no. 3. Louie Green!

No? Not Louie? Where’s Louie? What’s all this about taking a break for a pint and a curry?

The vegi curry was tasty enough (can’t vouch for flavour of the meaty version), but appearance-wise, no. 3’s got to be my top-favourite mutation of the flesh – just love Louie Green’s leg tattoos!

Unfortunately, Lou’s gone in for a January reveal, i.e. a big-time cover-up, and this evening, all we get is a glimpse of no. 3’s skeletal arms! Come on, Louie, show us the full kaboodle!

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Luckily, I can give you a sneak preview from his summer-season debut – so back-track yourselves and lap this one up!

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Sadly, beyond his role as a Tattoo Parlour’s  Pin-Up,  Louie doesn’t find it so easy to form real relationships. Like Arielle, our Louie, has to pull out the financial card to even have a hope of getting into a friendship couple!

And, by way of reward for his efforts, Louie’s had all sorts of bizarre interactions with self-service card readers; a particular favourite of his being Aldi – great for an insert-it-quick one, him being a young stud with a hectic schedule.

Have to say that I don’t share No.3’s love of the fast lane. Aldi’s not the best for us middling folk who like to potter, hovering around with our zimmer frames, taking our time with sampling the goods, poking and prodding, selecting and rejecting, dawdling until we drop.

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Waitrose?

Oh the errors of youth!

Just as well that item no. 4 turns out to be the ghostly mirage of Paul Merryk!

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Paul, forever stuck mid-throe, in his end-of-life crisis, just has to be more Waitrose than Aldi!

But no!

Paul’s no Waitrose man. And he hasn’t even made the grade for Tesco’s wonky veg! In fact, due to his desperate need for gastric band surgery, Paul hasn’t even made it to Aldi’s reject bank!  To be fair, then the outlook’s pretty tragic, as due to one or two addictions that we won’t mention here, Item no.4 doesn’t even qualify for recovery on the NHS.

And what, with all that rushing around, stopping and collapsing, I’m relieved to get back to the bidding for the original old Mr Potato Head. To give him his due, then it has to be said that Chris Norton-Walker can always be relied upon to splice things up a bit!
Time to head over to the bar for a quick snack …
Walker’s crisps?

Item no.5? There’s another one? Forget that! Can’t have Walker’s without a follow-up pint!

See ya later …..

 
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Come and see a Suffolk Punch Comedy Club gig for yourself. Free entry. First Wednesday of every month @ The Brewery Tap, East Street, Sudbury, Suffolk. The show starts at 8pm. Donations for Prostate Cancer Research gratefully received.

 

Image of ‘Mr Potato Head’ by geri cleveland from Pixabay

Image of ‘Shopping’ by Holly Dornak from Pixabay

 

Savvy Comedy – Jobseekers

Savvy Book – The Ginger Survival Guide

Silly Comedy -Rentacrowd

Savvy Poem – Tangle Tight

Unravelling into middle age and out again.

A ball of wool wound up tight, neat, fixed for a while.

Catching, snagging, pulling, loosening and tangling.

One great mass of stuff.

Stuff to be pulled back in.

Tight.

 

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Image by snd63 from Pixabay 

Silly Poem – Christmas is Murder

Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton Cheer

Silly Politics – Boris’ Eggy Feet

Savvy Poem – Ash Portrait

Inspiration borrowed from ‘The Oval Portrait’, a short story by Edgar Allan Poe.

I sit

and, whilst sitting here,

ripe, if not ready, for the coppicing,

the length of the brush offers sparse protection

against the swoop

of desire.

 

Later, during the sweeping, I will swipe myself back into the pith of

the Ash.

 

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Image by an unknown artist from a portrait on display in Prado Lounge, with the kind permission of the staff.

 

Silly-Savvy Adventure – Pumping the Bellows

Silly Book – Fairy Tales for Millennials

Perchance: Making it as a Writer

Savvy Poem – The Reassembling

Inspired by a sentence borrowed from Tim Winton’s ‘Cloudstreet’:’Clean and new, that’s what I want.’ (p.330, 1991)

Old and scratched,
worn out and worn by others,
by the ghosts of people who once were,
and still are,
of the people who still live on in bits of me.
And I make my own scratches, my own mug-ring stains, and my own dents on the bits of this existence kind enough to host me,
even if just for a short while, before the shredding, the recycling and the reassembling of the bits and bits and bits of all of us
that have been, that are and will be again.

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Silly Thing – Yellow Shoes

Silly-Serious Poem – Stomach

Savvy Book – Paris Echo

Savvy Poem – Concrete

With morning sun lacking,

I feel my morning enthusiasm pestering,

wanting,

wanting to relax, drift off,                        escape.

Holding it back, keeping it reigned in, I order it to stay

and I put it into words of concrete.

 

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Image by PIRO4D from Pixabay

Silly Poem – Waiting

Silly-Serious Poem – Stomach

Savvy Book – The Ginger Survival Guide

Silly-Serious Poem – Stomach

Churning, whirring, refusing to settle
for a new day; convincing itself it’s not that time
quite yet.
Not ready for things to come.
Preferring the solitude of a zone
still sleeping.

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Image by Wolfgang Claussen from Pixabay

Silly Poem – Waiting

Silly Poem – Late is Late

Silly Poem – Nurse My Toe

Silly Poem – Waiting

Waiting for the one who is always late –

engine revving, horn beeping, annoyance mounting

into loud plea –

I have to tell myself that

it is done,

so why breakdown

in the waiting?

Just sink.

Take a break and

wait.

 

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Image by ErikaWittlieb from Pixabay

Silly Poem – Late is Late

Late is late and

once late

there is nothing to be done about it –

nothing that can be undone;

there it is    stuck         out there         all on it’s own              LATE.

 

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Image by annca from Pixabay

 

Silly Poem – Christmas is Murder

Silly Poem – Everything

Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton’s Ears

Silly Poem – Christmas is Murder

‘I hate Christmas –

it’s murder!’ she said.

‘If it wasn’t for breakfast,

I’d stay in my bed.

Why eat a turkey,

for lunch and for tea?

Why kill this planet,

when a lie-in’s for free?’

 

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Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton’s Ears

Savvy Poem – Old Towns Cry

Silly-Savvy Article – Cats & Media Turds

Silly-Savvy Adventure – Chilton’s Ears

Shrivelled leaves.

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Shrivelled leaves clinging to tree trunks, looking for all the world like cousins to the chameleons who change the tone and shades of their skin to avoid the beady eyes of predators.

Only these Chilton residents are neither leaves or chameleon cousins.

Once known as ‘Jews’ Ears’, now more appropriately named Jelly Ears, Tree Ears or Wood Ears, these little wonders are most often found in the months of January and February and, if only I had known it at the time of sighting, can be harvested for a tasty treat.

Personally speaking, I can’t say that the prospect of Ears on Toast for my brunch is especially appealing. I’m nowhere near patient enough to do the thin slicing and to stand by, whilst the things boil for three quarters of an hour in milk. Besides which, then Jelly Ears can easily be confused with Pezizas, and as for whether the latter is edible, I’ve got no idea ( a relative of the Pizza?). Perhaps a course on foraging is on the cards!

Further investigation reveals that Jelly Ears are easily distinguishable from Pezizas, as their ear flaps face downwards, rather than opening up for a view of whatever sunlight might be able to make it’s way through the leafy canopy above. Also, the Jelly folk attach themselves to the trunks of Elder trees, whereas Pezizas prefer whatever trees are not Elders (?).

All of this is very well, except that I have no idea how to identify an Elder tree. More research, I feel, is required. According to Jo Woolf, then the Elder tree has deep furrows in its bark. Can’t say that helps in this case. I mean, how deep is deep?

I look up Elder tree bark and come across a website manned by The Woodland Trust. This informs that the bark is ‘grey-brown, corky and furrowed’. I’m thinking that the bark I’ve taken a shot at, does have a resemblance to a wine-bottle cork, so maybe I am on the right track here after all. Now, why didn’t I take a pic of the whole tree?

Perhaps a return visit is called for. Not too difficult, as Chilton’s WWII airfield, is my top-favourite haunt. How long this will remain the case for, I don’t know, with plans for a housing development on the site being imminent.

In a bit to stave off the diggers, I take a look at some of the other fungi on offer.

 

An array of little pink spots catches my attention and I can’t resist a snap. But, when I do my research, I learn that may be Coral Spot fungi (not at all certain about this identification, so please do correct me); cute little predators who home in on the weak to speed up the process of the host’s death. Nasty, but pretty! Likely inedible, but who, in any case, would waste their time with the harvesting involved to capture even a thimbleful of the beasts?

Little-white domes contrasting beautifully with a pastel green host? Can’t be too sure about the species. I’m taking a guess at Oyster Mushrooms, but edible by ‘choice’ or not, I won’t be risking a taster. Prefer to keep the contents of my stomach (toast and marmalade) down in my personal food processor for as long as is humanly normal. Okay, so my own species may well be under question, and I’m far from normal, but I think you get the gist of my meaning.

Not going to dip into a bowlful of red berries either, even if they are sprinkled up with little green hundreds and thousands.

Hundreds and thousands that, on closer analysis, turn out to be like minute lettuce leaves. Edible? I’m giving them a miss! Google tells me I have stumbled across a colony of lichens; lichens which are made up of fungi, yeast and two types of algae, and cause no discernible harm to their hosts. Glued fast to a collection of fruity pink spindles, they look extraordinarily beautiful – hence, I’m leaving them be!

Love the colours of January (even if the happiness-inducing sunlight’s lacking), but with a home-cooked Veganuary burger awaiting for me back at my cave, I’m sticking to the consumption of  ingredients that passed the muster with Tesco’s Food Safety Standards. Okay, so I do believe that various dubious ingredient have made their way into Tesco products in the past (remember the BSE crisis and the horse-meat fiascos?), but I reckon that as a veggie, I have some degree of protection.

As for the foraging, I’m leaving it to the experts!

 

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