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”
