I'm a jingo dingo want to play bingo, that's going to be an advert that's going to be really popular in about 10 years. It's just a black shirt and dingo who wants to play bingo. Yeah, it's going to be huge. It's going to beat the shit out of that fox. Oh, the crazy bingo fox. Yeah, it's scary. Foxy bingo. Yeah, I think that's, yeah. He's a bit crazy. The time for sexy bingo is over.

It's time for harsh, wolf-like bingo. Yeah. I think it's going to go the way of burger chains. So it's going to go dirty bingo. Honest bingo. They've already got that. Rebel bingo. Rebel bingo. I've got a friend who did the lighting for Rebel Bingo for years.

It's a pretty cool thing.

How do you like Bingo?

Very dramatically. Just sweeping spots. And if you ring your I've wound bell, they all zoom in on you. Yeah, I think they just sort of turn bingo. And your chair rises three feet. They do it in East London and turn this mad extravaganza. And it's like really fun and stupid and boozy um and oh that's good because like

always when you go to bingo and you do go to the more traditional outlets you do get shushed a lot

if you try and hoop and holler yeah i think that's it get rid of get rid of all that mentality and just

double all the hoop and hollering and then yeah and plus you're kind of secretly thinking if they're all enjoying themselves so much, they're probably not paying attention to their tickets. I'm going to win more. It's still bingo though, so, nah. So I don't ever had an idea for a bingo nightclub? Did I cover that? Maybe. Edit this out of the podcast. I've got a kick-start around. Wait a. Well, there's bingo chat. Have we even started the podcast yet? I think we have. Oh my God. Bobble me. Bobble me, log. Oh! Matt, you said bobble. You mean debobble. I mean debobble. What's happening here as long as debobbling Matthew's sweatshirt.

I'm using a debobbling device. I'm constantly plagued by bubbles, so having a debobbler that's to hand like this is of constant reassurance. I've got to say, it makes me feel like I'm in a weird David Lynch-style dream, because you're not going to believe me, but on the way over on the tube, I had a moment where I was looking down on my jumper, and I look at it and I thought, oh Matt, this jumper is so bubbly.

This is bobble-centric. And then I, this is the bit you're not going to believe. I then thought to myself just idly, I thought, oh, Steve's always wearing jumpers that are really nice and not bobbly. How does he do that? And then I turn up and immediately, I'm going to want that with a noise. Debobbling noise.

Debobling noise.

Can you describe how the debobbler looks?

Visually impaired at home?

It's like a tiny iron

which you can't just squeeze all four fingers through.

All my fingers are really cramps over there like I'm trying to finger a tight vaj.

That's actually not that tight.

I mean, yeah, carry on.

It doesn't have any give, is the thing.

It doesn't have any give, no, it's solid plastic, unusual.

As a man who's used to the annals,

I just assumed vagers were capacious beyond imagination. Yeah, there's a little dial thing with a whirling blade that sets in motion when you do that, making this sound. And there's some fluff. There's some fluff inside there. Keeps the bubbles in its primal form. It's a little like an electric razor, but for your sweater. Hmm. But yeah, for whatever reason the whole of my afternoon has been about bubbly jumpers, which means it feels like there's some weird subtext going on in a weird dream sequence film. Well, no more shall you be concerned with bubbles. For you now have access to a debobbler for the next 45 minutes. I'm debobling myself, man.

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