Fancy Footwork

Closure. BMW Bike – a Creative Commons image from Wikimedia.org Don Mackie‘s going for it full throttle – he’s replaced his tricycle with a motorcycle and he’s revving up the audience at The Tap, whilst I … I, Jay Cool, the one and only once-was-ginger Blogger Extraordinaire, am … … very busy eyeing up the…

Bragg’s Bootiful Brogues!

Christmas is over, New Year’s Day has passed, the mother has returned to her own abode, and it’s almost time to take the decorations down – what now? I, Jay Cool, am bored. Bored and deflated (I farted out the last of the mince pies this morning!). What now? Never fear, Jay Cool, you are…

Laughter in the Tree Tops

Wednesday evening. The Brewery Tap. A man in his forties. John Di Placito. John Di Placito is here at The Tap and, in spite of the fact that he just skipped right on in and over the threshold with a spring in his step, in fancy dress, he’s claiming to be in his forties. Not at all sure…

Bragg an Adams in Melford

I, Jay Cool, the one and only Blogger Extraordinaire, am back. I’m back from the Lady’s (Yes, they do have one at the Ex-Serviceman’s Club in Long Melford – I was surprised too!),  and I’m just in time to settle back in to comfort (a pine of Aspall’s) for the second half of an immortalising evening of comedy….

Late Laughter – Going Viral!

Late. No, I haven’t died. And, no, my descendants are not about to change my status on their family trees from ‘living’ and ‘private’ to ‘deceased’ and ‘public’. Unfortunate really, as this might be just the push I need in my bid to go viral. Still, I,  Jay Cool, may be a little on the…

The Story of Haughley Park Farm’s Lost Mutton

I’m pacing up and down in a wet field at Haughley Park Farm, on a desperate quest to locate Suffolk Punch Comedy Club’s latest venue. ‘Just head straight on in there,’ PJ, the emcee, instructed (ordered), ‘and follow the ‘Competitors’ sign!’ What he neglected to inform me about was that, in order to compete, I’d…

A Grilling at The Tap

Grilled. I’m red hot, so hot that I’ve turned white-hot and I’m here at The Brewery Tap gagging for a pint of their speciality ‘mango’ cider. But, alas, it’s not to be. My timing is not so hot as the rest of me! I’ve been pipped to the bar by the most generous punter in Sudbury. Not content with ordering…

Toying with the Dark Side at Leestock

Now that Chewbacca’s facial hair has taken its leave from my throat, curtesy of a half a cherry cider, I’m feeling pretty chippers. I’m so chirpy that I’m thinking the brand name for the cider, Cheery Old Dudda, is more than apt. The aftertaste of sweet cherries has certainly put a spring into this old…

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…

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 some…