There's a gringo In The Bingo

As some of you are aware I read at least 2 books to Jekca every night she stays over. These are always Dr Seuess books as she loves them.

One of them is called "There's a wocket in my pocket" It's a very short story about a boy that lives in ahouse with some very unusual characters.

For example we are expected to belive that there is a "Findow" in his window, and a "bofa" on his sofa. You get the idea. The book ends with the lines "I don't care if you belive it, thats the kind of house I live in, and I hope we never leave it"


Well my place of work is exactly the same. Its host to many different types of people (customers and staff alike) and wether you belive it or not they exist. Only difference is I hope to one day move on and escape this mad house, although I have this horrible feeling that all Bingo places are the ruddy same.

We were all stood around today and mocking a customer that sits right at the back of the hall. He sits there cause he is always coughing. Nothing out of the ordinary there, the guy coughs so what? Well he is constantly smoking which can't be helping. Plus to ease his coughing he drinks about 12 pints of premium beer.

Ok I know what you are thinking, "an alcoholic chain smoker that coughs AND plays bingo? Surely not!"

But thats not all! And yes, please don't call me Shirley.

You see this man.....................has a blue face. He is so fat, that I belive, he is cutting off all flow of blood to his head AND blocking his throat, thats why he coughs so pigging much. Now you must agree a fat man with a blue face thats not a member of the Blue Man Group is something out of the ordinary.

But then this is the conversation that took place

Craigy: I hate that guy, he is clearly un-healthy yet continues to smoke non-stop and drink non-stop. I mean he has a blue face, thats not normal. When he holds his cig to his face his hand is a different colour, thats just plain wrong.

M: I call him Choker, just cause he is always coughing like a git, never pauses apart from to down his beer in three gulps. Thats what scares me, drinking that bloody quick.

Craigy: Thats what scares you? Not the blue face that he has?

M: Well that as well.

*chuckle from all around*

*Another member of staff walks around*

AMOS (AKA S): What are we laughing at?

Craigy: The guy with the blue face.

S: Oh alright, do these trays need doing still?


No thought, no worry, just accepted that there is a guy with a blue face and carried on with the job in hand.

One day I will catalouge all the weirdos that work and are customers in my place and have them all for display!


I don't care if you belive it, thats the shit hole I work in, and I hope to leave it.........very soon!