This bingo poem was sent in to us by one of our site visitors… I thought it was so good that we had to put it up onto the site. It just takes me back to my childhood everytime I read it. BD 

Bingo In the Blood

My mother adored bingo. It was her passion and her favourite form of entertainment. As a small child all our holidays were based around the glorious game. From Bognor to Brighton, Clacton to Canvey Island, every holiday, three times a day we sat in the sacred circle with the brightly coloured board in front of us.

The caller was God. As he started to call a silence fell around the gathered players, not a sound in the house, not even the suck of an ice cream cone or the unwraping of a sweet paper could be heard.

Then one by one the numbers, each with their own distinctive chant, filled the air.

You could hear the slide of the shutters that covered the numbers as one by one the board in front of you started to began to fill. You could hear the heart beats racing faster and faster, people starting to hold their breath for each eagerly anticipated number, the thrill of the climax of the word HOUSE.

I had long forgotten the thrills and fun of bingo until I found Bingo Dave. He knew just what makes the perfect game, the prize worth winning. Dave will always take you to the best places to play, to get the best deals, the recapture the thrills of bingo. Thanks Dave I love you site.