PJ’s Perky Jaunt: A Comedy Club Review

Disclaimer: Should you choose to purchase a book (or a bath towel) via any of the book (and towel) images included in my blog posts, I will receive a commission from Amazon at no extra cost to yourself. Here I am again. Pint of mango cider in one hand. Pencil in the other. Unfortunately, it’s…

Second Happiest

  If this is the second happiest place, then where is the first?   And surely, then, if there is a first, there must be a first star, and, above that, a first double-star. To my mind, that makes Babergh the fourth happiest place.   What the papers don’t say, however, in courtesy to Babergh,…

Dippy Bit

  I slice the top off my soft-boiled breakfast egg and watch as the little crackly bits start to cave in. But its a start-stop moment.  Most of the cracklies find themselves held back by a sticky membrane. Have the cracklies been saved from a great fall into a disaster zone, or have they been…

Lusty Low-Life at The Tap

Been an age since I’ve had the pleasure of a (no, not that!) pint of mango cider. The taste of rotten apples is by far superior to the taste of whatever was on your mind (yes, I’m well aware of the quality of my readership, thankyou!)! But it’s been well worth the wait, as I’m…

Mango Bubbles

‘Bubbles’ courtesy of Pixabay.com The conception of bubbles Mango masses for ever Forever bubbles that pop and disappear into old age One-off bubbles momentary Did I dream them up? Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019       Inspired by the poem ‘Hair’, by Franciso Aragon    

Grunts and Glurks at The Tap

And yet another exciting, ripple-inducing comedy evening, hosted by our emcee, PJ! PJ’s on a bit of a roll already, telling rip-roaring jokes about Europe, pensions and Brownies. Pretty sure that there’s a connection – somewhere – between this trio, but I’m a trifle distracted by the contortions of our emcee’s lips. Somehow the dipped-upper…

Plucked

Flat roofed garages, expanding up, over and beyond; consuming abandoned cars and tarmacked roads; foundations dug deep, where roots should burrow. Vast seas of greyness, housing nothing of use; no householder steps over concrete slabs of pavements; rivers dividing breath from the abandoned depths of simple storage solutions. Godly hand reaches down from blue sky…

Expiration

Expiration is not my desire. ‘Autumn Tree’ by Jay Cool To don an orange wig is not to wear a portent, or to be tree laden with oranges midst autumn leaves of speckled brown, muted tan or luminous yellow; a sign of the seasons, confused, muddled and merging into one. For years and years, I…

Audacious

‘Books’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com You need to start thinking, my good husband said. You must make a plan; you must think ahead! All of those books that you know you possess The kids will not want them – they’ll just make a mess! I realise he’s right, and I do start to think. How…