Poetry is so hot right now. Rhyming things – or not – in verse is totally in. Forget goatee beards, a faint smell of nutmeg and clicking fingers as applause, the sonnet is officially on it. From the Southbank’s Year of the Poet to more street spoken wordists like Scroobius Pip, everyone’s a poet (and, yes, they very definitely do know it). But how should one separate the marvellously metronymic from the iambic pap? Well, getting yourself down to Chill Pill at Shoreditch’s Scream Bar is a fantastic start. Hosted by Mr. Gee, the Russell Brand Show’s poet laureate, it boasts all of the backstreet-basement, NYC vibe and none of the pretentiousness that can sometimes be associated with the avant garde. And with a door fee of absolutely nada, why drift in and get down with what’s happening tonight?