Confessions #1

Last night I took the confession box to the Made in Roath opening at the Gate. Here's what you good people put in there so far!!!

I had to wipe my bum with my socks in Soho.

I stole from a charity shop - shameful - but I took back a bag of clothes as I felt so guilty. Not as if I couldn't afford it. I am quite rich. I don't know why I did it.

I have a ten foot penis.

The freedom is truth...

Worms twisting turning in your head...

Borrowing through your sense of self

Speak the truth out loud to help

Confess... Confess... Confess...

I once ate SEVEN cakes in one evening on holiday.

I confess... that I was aware I was leading her along.

I like feeling loved.

I cheated in my swimming exam. I can't swim. But I have the certificate.

I think I'm better than most people.

I watch lesbian porn and I'm very straight. Embarrassed is not enough...

I have twice taken an overdose - and am obviously still here.

My toenails are coming off after the half marathon!

I once stole the flag from RAC HQ.

I am a virgin and I absolutely hate it!

I am a secret concrete poet.

So... It's pretty much a mix of tragedy, comedy, and the surreal so far. But, my brain begs - WHO has toenails that are twitching off? WHO thinks they are better than MOI?? And, WHO can't really swim??? As tempted as I am to start pushing people in Roath Park lake (it might provide some fleshy material for the Genetic Moo project currently taking place...??!), it seems that these will all have to remain a mystery, as none of you so far have included your names on the pieces of paper provided with the box...

All apart from one chap, who I will be including on a blog post later today. And which will include some snaps (Mab-style) from the opening, too.... By the way, yhe confession box will be with me at the Richard Huw Morgan's NEPOTISM private view on Arran Street from 6pm today, then at Coffi House on Wellfield Road from 7.30pm. The event at that time is OCTOPOET - 8 poets for the price of none! See you there, folks!!