Dear James Acaster,
Your audience tonight at our Student's Union may have not been your kindest, but I have to admit I was shaking with silent laughter the whole way through. Perhaps not the best thing for a stand-up comedian, but you were great.
I would love to shrive with you sometime (and unashamedly eat a socially-unacceptable amount of pancakes instead of crepes). Though Twister is off the menu. As is rock pooling, and asking for your autograph on my neck.