Goddamn,
I'm hungover. I drank a stunning amount of alcohol at mine and my
mate's birthday bash in Northern Quarter bar
Guilty last night. But before I get into
that outrageous scenario, I want to mention another absurdity from
Friday night, where we dropped into the sold-out Bongo's Bingo at the Albert Hall.
Johnny Bongo, host of the bizarre and
hilarious bingo game, calls out the numbers and dishes out prizes for
correct numbers, assisted by his two cross-dressing aides Sweaty
Betty and Slutty Sue. Prizes increase in value from a pigeon head,
through a unicorn onesie, up to £600.
Before
the numbers can be called, the fat suit needs to be taken off- it's
one of the prizes. He strips out of it to Nelly's Hot In Here, and
pours a can of cider over himself in his boxer shorts. Then it's eyes
down for more numbers.
You
find as the numbers are called that your card gets really full- just
before 'bingo' is called, you'll be so close to winning, as will
everyone else, that the tension is hanging in the air. (Or maybe
that's the smoke machines that will go off in the break when the UV
rave begins.)
Absolutely
hilarious. Events also take place in Liverpool, Birmingham, The
Edinburgh Fringe Festival and Leeds.
Last
night's info will have to come later- I am in no fit state.
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