Y’all can bamboozle me out of the wazoo with gematria and numerology etc but – God’s Honest Truth – when I was 18 years old I called Bingo in a holiday camp called The Derbyshire Miners.

Have you ever been faced with a hall full of miners. Their wives. Mothers. Children. Aunts. Grandparents. In-laws and called Bingo?

Every night it was dodge the beer bottle/pint glass thrown at ya across the Dance Floor. And then 20,000 questions afterwards from the 99.999999% in the room who did not win the Grand Prize of £5.

This is one of the least pleasant experiences of my life :o)