Sinners' Club

Nope, I'm not talking about a group of people who stand outside a church and snipe about how they're not going to get into Heaven (although I did just realise that the title of today's post would make an excellent book title... Hm...). The English Society at my university puts on poetry reading events once a term, dim the lights and call it "Sinners' Club". One of the highlights of this is that throughout the evening, attendees are encouraged (after consuming glorious amounts of free wine) to write an anonymous confession on a piece of paper, which then gets handed out at random at the end. Each one is read out. Nobody knows who confessed what. It is marvellous.

I recently read at Sinners' Club and got a friend to film me. I mean, I did the same thing last term, too, but well, we don't speak of that incident any more (my other well-meaning friend totally forgot and to this day cannot say sorry enough). All the readers were asked to write a short introduction and the president of the society read them out, which is why mine is so short and to the point. My rule is usually "when in doubt, make a joke about yourself". Anyway, without further preamble, here is me being totally awkward and reading my poetry: