Appetite for distraction
Bingo is an unlikely millennial pastime, but my visit to a hall in Dublin 8 results in something of an improbable assault on the senses
‘It’s relentless, isn’t it? The bingo?”
These were words I never dreamed I would hear uttered as I entered a Dublin 8 social club on a Tuesday night. We were there for the weekly bingo night. Arriving a couple of minutes late, there was much fretting that there wouldn’t be enough books to go around. A dozen and a half usually show up, but there was a swell this particular week, and all ...