![]() We were slightly late after discovering the Record Factory’s frose machine. I don’t recommend wearing new white trainers. The ground is so sticky it feels like you are walking on velcro. SWG3 was transformed to what looks like a dinner hall with disco lights. Having been before, I (sort of) knew what to expect. I’d go back again and again even though the odds of another win are, dare I say, nonexistent. It was the cherry on top of a top tier night out. I was not expecting to win anything … never mind walk away with the £700 jackpot. ![]() ![]() So, for a special game like Bongo’s Bingo, which requires nothing but luck, concentration, and booze, I am more than happy to participate. I am not competitive by nature (youngest child, shit at Monopoly). I lost my Bongo’s Bingo virginity under the twinkling lights of SWG3 at the end of last year, and I could not wait for round two after The Glasgow Guardian was invited back. “ Bongo’s Bingo is no dignifying experience – and I mean this as high praise.”
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