(Inspired by an early-morning stroll along Market Hill, in Sudbury, Suffolk). ‘Obesity Britain,’ reads the stand. Obsequious Brits, sucked in, changing pennies for The Daily Mail. A daily struggle – paper fat with stories. Obstipated paper, stuffed full with stories to shame, to stigmatise, to solidify, to pump up, to blow up, to fatten outContinue reading “Obesity Britain”
Tag Archives: Sudbury
Going Viral with H.V. Morton
A Beautiful Redhead Who is Not as Old as Jay Cool! It’s a good day for the gods who, judging by the downpour, appear to be emptying out their Portaloos all over Sudbury. This is a welcome relief for one such as I, Jay Cool, a once-was-ginger book obsessive. In a heatwave, those of usContinue reading “Going Viral with H.V. Morton”
Chilled in Chilton
Stall. Sigh. Stop. My carriage makes it back – just! With the third sprog now delivered to her safe and snug school, it’s mum time. Time to chill. A Lenovo laptop? Ancestry.com? But, before I’ve even entered my sacred password, I recall that, although child-free, I am still on mum-duty. I have a sprog requestContinue reading “Chilled in Chilton”
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 andContinue reading “Feast of the Feline”
Day 4.3: Mayoress of Sudbury Visits Oswestry
Stop. Start, stutter, stall? No, this time, and not unusually so, it’s quite a definite STOP. Again, my Dacia Sandero takes the lead. Seems we are not destined to arrive at Chirk after all – not yet awhile at least! Caught up in the thrill of the chase, in the excitement of unexpected turns andContinue reading “Day 4.3: Mayoress of Sudbury Visits Oswestry”
Sagging Rear
Rear hanging in the balance, sagging through the split panels of a garden perch stuck, unliftable, wedged in and permanently planted and fused into an in-law’s trunk. A family tree conjoined – sprouting. Copyright of text & photography owned by Jay Cool, June 2018
Day 1: Misery on the M6
It’s time. It’s been a year of a year in Sudbury, Suffolk and something is lacking. It’s time for a pep-me-up, a bit of a filler, a return to centre-court – a top-up! A top-up with a back-up! “Is it our sort of a holiday, Mum? Or, your sort?” “Well, …” “Mum?” “It’s a …”Continue reading “Day 1: Misery on the M6”
Un-named Item in Baggage Area
I’m not lost .. But, I am late. You might not think it possible to get lost in Sudbury, but you are very much mistaken – and you are not me, Jay Cool. Only two weeks ago I, Jay Cool, got lost on my way to our Horse and Groom venue – and its onlyContinue reading “Un-named Item in Baggage Area”
Fresh & Flappy
Unfamiliar territory. A new venue for the Comedy Club. Fresh. I, Jay Cool, Blogger Extraordinaire, am here. Feeling as young and rejuvenated as ever, I’m dressed to kill. But, somehow, I’ve got it all wrong. The punters are all wearing a uniform of grey-branded-zip-up casuals and shapeless denims – but my legs are living-it-upContinue reading “Fresh & Flappy”
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-beardedContinue reading “Fresh Beards”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 