29: A Hat Day

What better thing to do on a windy and woefully wet Saturday, than a spot of hat modelling? One’s cluttered cloakroom shelf makes the ideal backdrop for the shoot! And, yes, I know it’s obvious that I’m doing my best to promote Suffolk Punch Comedy Club gigs, by wearing such a fabulous t-shirt!* But, I…

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…