b.i.n.g.o sans the wings

Last night I got my first taste of Underground Rebel Bingo. In a dark church hall at a secret location for a 'neighborhood watch meeting' we were greeted by bouncers and ushered in.

The atmosphere was electric as we took our seats in front of the stage framed by crimson drapes and had our bingo cards at the ready.

Naturally our bright pink markers allowed us to pass the time waiting for bingo to start and when  James Flames and his two dolly birds finally took to the stage under the harsh spotlights we looked like we has just had a fight with a ferocious lipstick-lawnmower

 

The threesome were enigmatic as dirty sexy calls were made - "your mum is a whore...34" and every so often a scream of 'bingo!' was heard in the hall the winner would jump onto the stage to claim a kitsch prize - light up umbrellas, body suit sleeping bags amongst the prizes.

It was a thoroughly enjoyable and entertaining evening (despite not winning a bloody thing) and I cannot wait for my next taste of b.i.n.g.o!