My Snowball is at €1,200 this weekend – and if that’s not enough to drag you in to The George by 9pm on Sunday, then I should tell you about the great show we’ve got planned. Veda, Dolly Grip and Victoria Secret are providing the entertainment and then DJ Karen is on the decks until the Po-Po shut us down. Drink. Drag. Dance… and it’s still Lent!
On February 16th, I will be celebrating the 850th Bingo show. That’s eight-hundred and fifty weekly shows! That’s a lot of shows and a lot of weeks.
The show started waaaay back in 1997, shortly after I had been crowned Alternative Miss Ireland. It was meant to be a ‘once-off’ event – it kicked off at 2pm on a Sunday afternoon in June as part of the build up to Pride. For various reasons, least of which my time-keeping, the show got later and later – and busier and busier – and soon became a bit of a Sunday institution. We’ve had incredible high points over the years (like the time Twink surprised me by invading my stage to perform a frantically energetic cover version of a Steps song) and low points (like the time my one-time side-kick Penny Bridge announced that she was ‘giving up show biz for good’. Actually, she did that three times). Each week, it’s a genuine thrill to see people waiting for me as I take to the stage. Each week, I am sure that there will be no one there… but there is – and always so many of you. Each week, we try to make it different yet the same. We want you to enjoy yourselves because that’s how we enjoy ourselves. (That, and by taking ketamine).
I’m not sure how many more shows I have in me. I’m guessing about 1,150… What I do know is that I (and all the other fabulous people who make the show a nutty night out) would LOVE you to come join us on February 16th: I’ll be there and I’ll be joined by a bevvie of beer-swilling swoons and we’re putting on a show.
See you there,
Join us for Bingo at The George Bar this Sunday. The snowball is €900 plus there are loads of other prizes and a plastic-glamtastic showcase showdown with Dolly Grip, Davina Devine, Veda Lady and more… See you after 9pm. (Tables are already booked out so come early to grab your spot!)
I’m looking forward to Sunday and another great Bingo show at The George, where I’ve got debauched debutantes, drunken dowagers and enough dough to buy a small property in the South of Leitrim. Yes, I have a snowball of €1,300 and the company of some of my favourite maladjusted young lady-entertainers. (That’s them looking simple on the poster. Bless!). So think about it for a bit and try to come to any other conclusion than “Bingo is the place for me this Sunday!”.
Showtime is from after 9pm until late – with DJ Karen on the decks after the show. It’s free entry until 10pm. See you there!
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All gone by in the blink of an eye but I can’t believe that I’m celebrating SIXTEEN years performing at The George… I’m not even supposed to be old enough to have done anything for sixteen years – except maybe breathing. Of course, what I’m supposed to look like and what I actually look like are two very different things. Those sixteen years are etched on every part of my face – especially my lips, as you can see from my illustration! (Yes, those are meant to be my lips and not, as Veda kindly suggested, my teeth!)
Anyway, to celebrate this momentous occasion, we are having a party. And you my lovely friends, admirers, stalkers and frenemies are invited. Of course it’s all about me but it won’t be just me… That’s far too much responsibility for one broad-shouldered young-ish girl. So I have enlisted the help of some of my favourite people. Some of them you’ll know well from the weekly show while others visit far too seldom. All of them will combine to make this an evening that I hope NOT to be able to remember.