Fresh & Flappy

  Unfamiliar territory. A new venue for the Comedy Club. Fresh. I, Jay Cool, Blogger Extraordinaire, am here. Feeling as young and rejuvenated as ever, I’m dressed to kill. But, somehow, I’ve got it all wrong. The punters are all wearing a uniform of grey-branded-zip-up casuals and shapeless denims – but my legs are living-it-upContinue reading “Fresh & Flappy”

Laughter in the Tree Tops

Wednesday evening. The Brewery Tap. A man in his forties. John Di Placito. John Di Placito is here at The Tap and, in spite of the fact that he just skipped right on in and over the threshold with a spring in his step, in fancy dress, he’s claiming to be in his forties. Not at all sureContinue reading “Laughter in the Tree Tops”

Lost in the Lavender at Haughley

Lost in the Lavender at Haughley It’s fortunate for some, perhaps, that my role as a Portacabin Loo Inspector is just a sideline. In reality, I’m here at Haughley Park Farm’s Sheepdog Trials, to inspect the comedians. It’s a difficult job, especially when one has shrivelled-up soaking wet (no, not that – I’m female – IContinue reading “Lost in the Lavender at Haughley”

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”

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”