In just over an hour's time, Mr B will be worrying about getting down to the Bowls Club in time for tonight's social session. We have to be at the clubhouse at "6.30 for 7 p.m." but, as you will understand if you
read yesterday's blog, this means we will need to be knocking at the door and begging leave to enter at about 6 p.m.
However (as Mr B will doubtless be quick to point out) we will not be alone.
It seems the older people get, the earlier they need to be wherever they need to be. So we will almost certainly not be the first to arrive, a fact that will unfortunately probably have Mr B re-calculating / recalibrating our Estimated Time of Arrival
at any future sessions. The day will come when we will be camped outside the clubhouse all afternoon, as if we were queuing for tickets for McFly or the latest Ipod.
One of our friends, by the way,
has suggested that Mr B should have his own page on this website where he would be able to post corrections, amendments, explanations and justifications. Can you imagine? And I bet you anything you like he would get me to write it for him...
But I digress - back to this evening's entertainment. What cannot be denied is the sheer good value of a Bowls Club Social Session. £5 each, to include a generous helping of cottage pie
and a pudding, plus whatever game happens to have been organised for the 40 of us who manage to cram into the clubhouse. Bring your own wine or beer or sparkling mineral water - how merry you want to be will be up to (i) you and (ii) whether
you are driving home afterwards.
Last time round it was a Beetle Drive, the time before it was a Quiz Evening. Tonight should not be so taxing - it's good old Bingo. Did you know that the
game of Bingo dates back to about 1530 and the days of Lo Giuoco del Lotto d'Italia? Those Italians have a lot to answer for. And in 1778, the French press reported that "La Lotto" had captured the interest of the intelligentsia. I know you like
it when the Blog goes all educational...
I have also researched some of the lesser known bingo "calls" for you. If I get carried away tonight, I may well enliven the proceedings
by calling them out. For example, 51 - Tweak of the Thumb or I Love My Mum. Have you ever heard of either of those? Me neither. And how about 62 - Ticketyboo or Turn of the Screw? Or it can even be 62 - To Waterloo - which apparently dates
back to the days when the train fare from Portsmouth to London was 6 /2 in "old money." And I know if I called out 88, you would all chorus "Two Fat Ladies" wouldn't you? But, way back when, the call would be "Connaught Rangers" which is the 88th Regiment
of Foot. (Or Feet, as I would prefer...)
The rather patronising website from which I gathered all this useless information concluded that the "lexicography of bingo allows for cultural transmission
across generations." I am sure I would whole-heartedly agree if I knew what on earth it was talking about.
But I have to go. I only have half an hour to prepare myself for the evening ahead.
Mr B is already packing up our plates, cutlery, wine glasses and a rather tasty-looking bottle of Merlot.
Eyes down. Look in...