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Droopy Drawers is in today!
Oh just imagine my dismay!
Oh I feel happy I feel gay!
Droopy Drawers is in today!
*CRASH* *BASH* *WHAM* *jogs papers* *throws pens on desk*

My mother LOVES bingo. If she’s not frittering her money away online playing bingo and chatting to everyone in the chat room, she is organising a bingo tea or shouting house at her local town hall twice a week.
MADNESS.
It's a serious business, the bingo. You do not go there to fuck about.
Though @octophone has clearly never been, as you don't shout "HOUSE", you do something far more laid back, like a nonchalant "ERE YER-AH" and usually look ENTIRELY UNIMPRESSED even when you've won a bomb.
Well, maybe that's the drift where you are but here in Scotland, there are RULES. There needs to be because the atmosphere is more like the 5 minutes before a prison riot than a bloody game.
It's because no one can smoke inside anymore. They're all itching for a fag and nowadays, all the halls have been redecorated since the smoking ban, so they can't just sit next to the wall and inhale heavily...

I genuinely sometimes go to my local Working Men's Club (that I am a member of) and play Bingo. On purpose. Love it.
I didn’t think such things still exist.
They do in the north. There's about 15 in York.
Bethnal Green Working Men’s Club is great because they put on gigs there sometimes so you get grumpy old men sitting at the bar tutting at the hipsters and loud music.
Ah, you have to love a bit of good old English tutting. A dying art.

Bethnal Green Working Men’s Club is great because they put on gigs there sometimes so you get grumpy old men sitting at the bar tutting at the hipsters and loud music.
Even my tiny Yorkshire village has a WMC