You know where St. Andrew's Square is. You've seen the large phallic monument and the wee cafe that serves overpriced coffee and doesn't have a loo, but did you know that St. Andrew's Square is Edinburgh's Poetry Square? Well, it is. Though I don't think anyone really knows what that means. Except that on National Poetry Day, you'll see a few people (once upon a time, me) from the Scottish Poetry Library handing out their favourite poems to people who look completely terrified and probably feel like we're trying to convert them into the religious sect that is poetry-reading.