Alright, confession time: I may have played the occasional game of bingo. And that sentence is the sole reason I'm only putting up a really, really small picture of myself, otherwise I'd never hear the end of it if someone recognised me.
My grandmother has a bit of a problem. She's one of the old time lady gamblers, raised on bingo. Her shriek of "House!" can strip the skin off a chicken and, being her favoured grandchild, am often asked to accompany my darling grandmother. Who could actually say no to their nan? Especially since I serve a dual role as her company for the evening and as her chaperone, making sure she doesn't get too rowdy and blow all my grandfather's whiskey money.
As you can probably tell, the atmosphere in the place is actually quite entertaining. Energetic, happy and always polite (despite what you may have heard, there are rarely any bareknuckle fights between grandmothers over who shouted "House!" first), the people are lovely to be around and an afternoon there always provides some modicum of interest.
And if you've been dragged along by your grandmother and still disagree with me, there is always the bar. read more