On a Saturday night, what is a blogger to do?
Go to Bingo of course!
As opposed to spending the night partying and getting the brain cells removed from me,
I gathered my things and attended a good old game of tracking all the numbers on my sheet until I gleefully yell “Bingo!” to retrieve my prize.
Walking out of the rain, and into the hall filled with long tables and the odour of greasy hot food coming out from the various groups of people gathered to be entertained for hours on end.
Sitting down, all I could notice was the height of the ceiling, the woman standing on the stage and the screens that would soon light up with numbers.
Throughout the night, as the numbers would ring out and then be checked by an officiator it is the unison on the calls that declare the end of that round that makes the stereotype of this game and the meeting of bringing people together thus defying it
Instead, while it is not the most extravagant fun to be had, it is quiet, a little amateur in some ways, however can be, with the right people, can become inexpensive fun and a decent night out, and after all who is complaining when there is no headache in the morning>
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