Sunday, September 12, 2004

I have to admit that once a month or so David sneaks off to play bingo at our local Mecca Bingo club at Freeman?s Park. He usually goes with a friend as I don't enjoy the experience as much as he does. Sadly, this weekend, he couldn't find anyone to go with him so I had to valiantly step in and go with him - yes I know I probably could have managed to persuade him not to bother going but I gave in too easily.

It's been a year since I last ventured into the hellhole that is a bingo club, and I'd totally forgotten about the unique breed of people that spend their evenings playing the games, sticking coins into the slot machines and downing pints of cheap lager.

Spread all over the whole bingoing arena were hundreds of middle-aged women decked in loads of light-weight Elizabeth Duke jewellery and seriously over-made-up sit with their husbands in their football shirts, beer-bellies and moustaches. Certainly a place that taste and fashion forgot.

I wouldn't have minded if the club was full of good-looking scallies in tracksuits and trainers to give me something interesting to look at but sadly it wasn't to be.

Sadly (but fairly inevitably) we didn't win a penny, despite coming close a number of times. I would say 'better luck next time' but hopefully I won't have to go back.

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