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John went to Bingo. The beer was £2 a pint. There was a keenly priced lunch menu served to the table in the interval. The staff were very helpful and courteous. The bingo caller was clear with none of those fancy names for the numbers but week after week John did not win. Neither a line nor a full house.

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Julie gave him a bingo dabber. It was the magic touch. His fortunes were transformed as every week he won a house. A woman on the next table was so upset she declared that men should be banned from bingo.