Lazy (or Crazy?) Town Star Visits Leestock

  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”

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”

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”