I have just won a chocolate egg from the bingo. I was awarded my prize by a jovial man in a ginger wig and a bright green dress. He was accompanied by another gentleman, who also seemed more than comfortable walking around the Blaengarw Workmans Hall looking like a pantomime dame. One that had been dragged through a hedge backwards. I am sure they won't mind me saying so. Had the evening not ended I am sure that I would have played bingo into the early hours. It is truly addictive. And the numbers 22 and 88 provide endless amusement. John McGrath was sat on the table behind me, I think he too was attempting to win the ironing board and iron.