BINGO!

I just watched the risky world of hardcore Bingo.
Fuck… it reminded me of my mum… never thought of her as hardcore, but boy did she love Bingo.
She went three nights a week with my auntie Stella. People are strange when you're a stranger, but really, we all have our self justified obsessions….even the obsession with not becoming obsessed.
I was a vinyl obsessive…Bingo! It’s the Captions and Turn Out the Lights! Bingo! It's Early Clover and The Georgia Soul Drifters 45 Think it Over…. it’s all the same…obsessed with the turbulence of some unfillable space of absence.

Watch it…. It's a great documentary….it contains us all… variations of Bingo.

Maybe I'll win the jackpot! Slim fucking chance, but still we dabble with the thought. An empty space for people full of empty spaces… gambling with various guises of neediness, of loneliness, of the necessity to escape the hubbub, the constant buzz of whatever we think we need.

I'm watching as I write and it's a total exposure of us all…who am I to judge…fuck, its the scene where they all lose at 24 minutes and 30 seconds in…devastating!
My mum and my aunt were Bingo gals, committed ‘clackers’. I had to meet my mum sometimes to walk her home from Bingo. I was 13. She was scared of the estate dogs who would gang up and attack as her as she crossed the stretch of grass between my aunties and our house.

Fuck… this documentary is turning a dark corner…it's very sad to see…this quest for the big number… a new car…a new cottage…a new something….a renewal. It's something to do, its something to be…it’s a need to win at something.

Oh…my mum needed to win at something!
To stop herself dying from the boredom of just being our carer…..

Click on the image to WATCH the documentary.