Tonight I am to add another string to my bow - that of bingo caller.
How did this happen?
Well, a few months ago, the idea was mooted of a school bingo fundraiser. One of the pupils' father is a butcher and makes award winning sausages - the evening became 'bingo and bangers' - you can see where we're going with this.
I spent a great many of my childhood holidays with my Nan in and around Blackpool. The major form of entertainment was - you guessed it - bingo. She would sneak me and my sister into the proper bingo halls and give us a card or two to mark but mostly we visited The Rainbow Rooms and the other amusement arcades in the vicinity.
The best one was up on the promenade where for every win you could choose a record token. I remember buying all sorts of singles with my tokens from Cleveley's premier music shop. Each bingo hall had a special booth crammed with all sorts of finery just waiting for some lucky winner to come with enough tokens to bag a gift box of Tweed (25 wins) or packets of Rowntree Fruit Gums (1/2 a win).
You can probably guess that I'm quite excited about being the actual caller with the balls and everything!
I've printed out a list of rhymes - two little ducks, 22 etc but I'm not sure I'll be calm enough to make much of a performance of it. This throwaway idea has turned into a much bigger affair with almost 100 tickets spoken for.
I have a microphone, apparently, but what to wear? I have a Saturday sartorial dilemma on my hands.