Holy father of the ACO, please forgive me, I have sinned.
It has been 17 years since joining the Holy Order of La Sarthe and not once in those 17 years have I felt the need to confess.
Whilst on a pilgrimage to spread the faith in the far North, I allowed myself to become weakened and was seized upon by a band of infidels and unbelievers.
They plied me with their magic potions of Lager and Tropicoma and, whilst under the influence, they tried to make me denounce my faith and join them on their campsite.
I had to fool them into thinking I would join them and then try to make my escape at the earliest oppertunity.
Since that day, I have been overcome with guilt at my unholy thoughts and have had to travel to foreign parts to help me contemplate the error of my ways. Now, back in the bosom of my family, I have repented and must pay a volintary penance of drinking vast quantities of Kronenbourge 1664 and watching reruns of past pilgrmages
Please accept my confession and welcome me with open arms back into the campsite that is, God's Own Country