Underground Rebel Bingo has been a backbone of London's nightlife for a few years now. If you're not familiar, it's bingo for clubbers: nights are held in secret locations emailed to gamers a few hours beforehand, and the numbers are called out in filthy rhymes by two burlesque girls. The original London night has snowballed over the past few years, and tickets sell out almost as soon as they go on sale.
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| Forgive the blurry phone snaps, it was a blurry evening... |
Having not been for a year or two, I was very excited to discover that Rebel Bingo has a Spanish sibling, which tours the major cities of Spain, and happened to stop in Madrid the night before the May bank holiday.
The "cover story" this time (to keep the naughty bingo under wraps) was a superhero convention. After a battle to find tickets online (it's as popular here as it is in London), we duly wriggled into some red tights, black pants and black masks, and came home hours later with every inch of visible skin covered in bingo marker pen.
The Spanish version is a perfect copy of the original: even the two "bingo bitches" have the same deadpan, filthy delivery, albeit in a different language. But, being Madrid, the night goes on later, the drinks are taller, and it's chocolate con churros on the way home.
