Tiv bar legend Kat McCulloch tells us all about the glory that was My Dad Wrote a Porno. Read on.

Belinda blinked…….and the audience was instantly captivated by the beautifully horrific 18+ writings of Jamie Morton’s prolific daddy. Never within these red walls have drinking games been so smutty and confusing, yet equally entertaining as they were this evening.

After the obligatory introductions and pleasantries had been exchanged with the audience, adult story time commenced with a bang and the chosen erotic topic of the evening revealed: team building. Detailed descriptions of expert flooring and rich mahogany staircases flew across the room with a smattering of leather clad team building guru’s and throbbing purple tongues, all the while attempting to deconstruct the rich tapestry that is Rocky Flintstone’s sexually bewildering erotic literature.

Following a short break, we were treated to some good old-fashioned education with Alice Levine, who informed us all of just exactly what a vagina is and why we should probably crack open a book if we ever want learn some new boudoir tricks. As the evening came to a climax, the energy in the room was palpable and the room full of people whom in all likelihood would end their night (once they got home) with an extra special adult performance of their own. Thank you Jamie, Alice and James for turning what would have been an ordinary Monday into a sensually suggestive extravaganza, never to be forgotten!