JUST WHEN...

...you thought you were dying of ennui you get spontaneously invited to a poetry reading thing in Deptford. You don't even have time to - Shuffling in to a white wooden basement lined in old mirrors you sit on a pew (literally, you sit on a church pew) and hear the end of a cute young bloke who talks about sorrow and makes everybody laugh. Another man recites something very, very long with