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 oldContinue reading “Toying with the Dark Side at Leestock”

Chewbacca Takes a Bite of the Cherry at Leestock

Poor wee Adam. So tiny before┬ábeing sucked in by the comedy tent. But once sucked in and licked up a bit, he did┬ástart 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”