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…

Fresh Beards

Poor wee-lost Dylan Dodds. Shame he’s left The Tap and gone of looking for the ‘rest of his car’, because in a skinny sort of way, I found him kind of cute. Kind of cute in the same way that drinking a skinny latte at The Mill Hotel is kind of cute (when the built-like-an-ox-ginger-bearded…

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’d…

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 – up…

Peeing for a Miracle at Leestock

The mustard’s hot but the sun is scorching and I need to get back into the protective shade of the Comedy Tent, before the The Monks take to the stage. The beer tent just happens to be en route – it’s almost as conveniently placed as the Portaloos! So I take a quick look at the cider…

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’m…

Laughter on Location at Leestock

I’m here at Leestock, at last. I’ve located the Comedy Tent and I’m all excitable! What a relief! I’m jumping up and down and can hardly contain myself. I can see that the renowned comic, Kahn Johnson, has taken the stage, and that the crowd is loving it. Loving it and loving him! What a relief…

Standing Up for Seconds at the Tap

Can’t believe it. They knew I was coming. My Aspall’s is here, at the bar in The Brewery Tap, ready and waiting! So you can imagine my distress, when just as I take my first swig, my pint glass is nearly knocked out of my hand by a Justin Bieber lookalike – none other than the Biebalicious Kirsty Hudson, our MC…

The Morning After the Tap

This morning, I find myself sporting a new kind of hangover, one that, for once, has nothing to do with the great quantity of Aspall’s cider I downed at The Brewery Tap last night (only two pints!) Instead, I find myself wondering whether a couple of paracetamol tablets, will cure me of the dizzy after-effects of…