Empty. An empty vessel in a field of festive folk. An empty tent with a no-brain jester’s hat sitting on its laurels, awaiting an audience. Time for action. Time for a filler, and I, Jay Cool, blogger extraordinaire, have just the wig for the job. I take off with my wig, and work theContinue reading “Lazy (or Crazy?) Town Star Visits Leestock”
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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”
Chewbacca Takes a Bite of the Cherry at Leestock
Poor wee Adam. So tiny before being sucked in by the comedy tent. But once sucked in and licked up a bit, he did start 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”
Royal Redheads Raise the Standard at Leestock
Adam. Adam’s arrived at Leestock. And I do believe he’s booked in as the first comedian of the day, but I’ve just downed my ‘Five a Day’ breakfast drinks (I’ll post up the cider menu later!) and I’m feeling re-energised, so I’m taking a short walk to the lovely Leestock lavatories – in an attemptContinue reading “Royal Redheads Raise the Standard 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”
Bubbling Over at Leestock
Gavin’s gone. Gavin’s gone and I’m gutted. I’m sitting in the comedy tent at Leestock and I’m feeling the loss. Some irritatingly loud and guttural singer is trying to interrupt my solace. But I can only see and hear Gavin Milnethorpe. Gavin should still be here. It should be him -not that guttersnipe – upContinue reading “Bubbling Over at Leestock”
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’mContinue reading “Standing up with the Hot Stuff 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”
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