First, the prizes have to be highlighted - the latest Murakami novel (punters queued all night to buy it last month before it was put on the shelves in London); a set of wooden blocks that spell PINT and carry the price of one bluetacked to their faces, lots of DVD's and poetry books.
And the contest begins... but first Dónall shows us how haiku can be performance pieces with his "Handyman" and "New Dogs, Old Tricks"! And he has a very new poem that the vicar might have been amazed to hear - a new take on "CONSUBSTANTIATION"! The Trinity sharing a flat in Guildford? A recipe for a very funny poem!
And now we pass swiftly on to the contestants -
Pete Jardine protesting the value of poetry as poo (and vice versa of course)!
Poeterry's enthusiastic self-advertising has us all laughing with him - his claims to be as sweet and dark and sexy as chocolate are very persuasive, though the "girl at the bar" doesn't look quite as impressed as Terry may have hoped she would!
Jen McGowan follows up Dónall's religious theme with poems about Mary Magdalen passing a building site and Lot's wife who's wondering what reincarnation might follow her transformation to a pillar of salt.
And we have a dark horse, a last minute entry - Rich Jackson, who confesses he hasn't been writing much recently but has dashed off an impromptu poem for this evening's event.
Rich reads three dark pieces with aplomb.
As the last DING of Paul's triangle dies away, the prizes are awarded. Jen has first prize; Elaine carries off second, and Bronwen's awarded third. The margins are narrow, and everyone deserves recognition for artistry and bravery so each entrant goes away with a certificate and a book, into the autumn night. They've promised to come back for the next slam night which is on the second Tuesday of the month, 14th October - we'll be there and we're hoping you will too!
We're going to start at 8pm and we're looking forward to seeing Cecilia Delatori who's coming down from London to headline, with her ukelele, her guitar, and her slant-wise views on middle-class life.