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┬ábeing sucked in by the comedy tent. But once sucked in and licked up a bit, he did┬ástart 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”

Loving the Loos at Leestock

Portaloos. Ports for pooing in are a great idea, especially when they are located right next to the Comedy Tent at the Leestock festival. The sensation provided by massaging the disinfecting gel into my sunburnt hands is almost quite enjoyable, and I feel like staying a little longer. The Portaloo’s Cabin is really quite wellContinue reading “Loving the Loos at Leestock”