Twenty years ago, when Simon was a whippersnapper presenter on BBC Radio 1, he received thousands of letters from listeners confessing their darkest secrets and worst misdemeanours, begging for his forgiveness. Every day, Father Mayo read out a confession - and then he'd decide whether to grant forgiveness or not.

Read a classic Confession below, then Send Simon Your Confession

Dear Simon,

This confession makes me shake every time I think of it. I hope you can forgive me. It goes back to a festive season of my youth. We didn't get our usual Christmas presents from Uncle Eric and Auntie Sheila in Australia, but then a mysterious pot of exotic-smelling herbs and spices arrived from Oz. Mum put them in the Christmas pud and it tasted great. We ate half and kept the rest in the fridge.

A week later we heard from Auntie Sheila that Uncle Eric had died and had we received his ashes to bury in Britain?

Fortunately our father is a minister so we were able to have a little service of internment for the remainder of the pudding, or should that be the remains of Uncle Eric?

We are really sorry; we wouldn't have eaten Uncle Eric if we'd known. Can we be forgiven?

The Wilkinsons