Savvy Comedy – Three Years Sillier

Can’t believe its been three years since our founder, PJ, launched the best comedy club in Suffolk. Even Louis Green, today’s emcee, is still to make the three-year milestone! Louis, bless his silly socks, was only birthed into PJ’s world two years ago. Fabulous – I’ve now given myself earworms! The song ‘Once, twice, three…

Post-Humously Anonymous

Anon. A wise choice of name for a teacher. Especially for a teacher who, in his spare time (what spare time?), parades around pretending to be a comedian. A name that reeks of issues of disassociation with his true vocation as role-model for the young, as ‘surrogate parent’ for our nation of fatherless boys. Further…

Feast of the Feline

On entry to The Tap, I find my gaze drawn towards a long-lashed beauty, perched at a high table on a bar stool, who presents an arresting site. I pause. I stare. I stare some more. Is it rude to stare so directly? To let one’s attention be frozen by one so sleek, smooth and…

Angel of the North at Leestock?

Neil Barber, aliases Prince Harry & Kenny Everett Blunt scissors and flat notes. Turns out our Neil Barber, like his doppelganger Prince Harry, is not so sharp after all. “You got the brains; I get the celebrity!” (image labelled as Creative Commons Licensed from  http://www.theurbangent.com/2011/04/prince-william-of-wales.html)   Barber’s notes are so flat that he hates musicians…

Tittling Toupees at The Tap

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 her forty-eighth year of…

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’m thinking…