You’ll have struggled not to hear about underground rebel bingo as it has gradually taken over the world (no really). A club night based around a numbers game commonly associated with a blue rinse and an early night surely can’t be made cool by the use of the word ‘rebel’? Except it can.
With massively stripped back bars, you can usually get beer quite easily and have to queue a bit more to get your hands on a spirit – the menus are fairly limited but will run to a Jaegerbomb at a push. Prices are standard London levels of expensive. Think £3.50-£4 for a can of lager/cider.
Just in case it’s not clear from the name, it is in fact a game of bingo. Except it’s so much cooler than that. You get given bingo cards and marker pens upon entry, and alcohol plus Crayola Washables inevitably leads to everyone drawing on each other. There’s usually a massive clock counting down to the start of the game, which gets everyone excited and means you can get to the bar without worrying you’ll miss anything. The host (Freddie Fortune, the founder and hopefully my future husband) and bingo callers (two burlesque stars who really inappropriately shout out the numbers*) really make the event by whipping up the audience into a bit of a frenzy. There’s two rounds, so plenty of time for drinks in the middle and ridiculous prizes, a fun crowd, unbelievable atmosphere and some great music to dance to when it’s all over.I once won, and it was the best night of my life.
I’ve been about six times now, in a range of venues, and, even semi-sober I’ve never had a bad time. You have to fully embrace it (so don’t go if you’re in a bad mood), and if you’re not a fan of massively amped up crowds of drunk people chanting and fighting over winning a teddy bear, it’s probably not for you. If you can get advance tickets (the mailing list is your best bet) tickets are around £6, but they sell out unbelievably fast and are released in batches that get increasingly expensive.
Go there if…
You want to have the most fun ever, ever. And you’re ready for this shit to get crazy.
You have a problem with a complete stranger drawing a penis on your forehead in permanent marker. What is wrong with you?
If you’re pretending to have been there don’t forget to mention….
Under no circumstances go up on the stage unless you are really sure you’ve won, unless you want 300 people to point and you and shout “Oi, bitch, get out the way, get out the way bitch get out the way” or something equally offensive. Sometimes the queues for the cloakrooms are extreme so I’d go with minimal baggage, and you need to arrive on time but expect the queue to look scary (it moves fast).
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*I would give an example but my blog would get taken down.