When I was a child we used to celebrate New Year’s Eve at my grandparents’ house in Derby. The whole family (and we have a big family – my mum’s one of 5, each with kids themselves) would pile into the living room and play bingo, charades and generally make bad jokes at each others’ expense. Some things never change.
It was very exciting – especially as us kids got to stay up late and eat as much cake as we liked. I also found the bingo calls desperately funny, even more so when the adults would start bickering over if a nickname for a number was right or not. Continue reading »