Imagine if Bruce Forsyth and James Bond ran at each other really fast and created a super-hybrid bingo host.
Imagine all the glitz of forties New York cross pollinated with Butlins in Lowestoft. Imagine two bingo callers who are in equal measure sequinned glamour and foul-mouthed. Imagine Bingo reinvented as unadulterated, adulterous, drunken, naughty naughty super fun. Imagine the bricks of Mecca Bingo in Camden quivering at the guerrilla invasion of disco balls and (shock!) young people. Imagine twenty four carat fun, but then add booze, DJs, cash prizes, and some gloriously Generation Game-esque plunder thrown in for good measure. Imagine if John Lennon wrote Imagine, but it was about Bingo. Imagine having the best sex of your life, but you’re crossing off numbers with a Sharpie instead. Imagine a caffeine injection into your dancing feet. Imagine an adrenaline shot into your fun gland. Imagine a glitter facial. You are imagining Rebel Bingo.
Words by Josh Weller
Photos by www.laurencehowe.co.uk
