Sent In My A. Byrne, Sydney, Australia
An Excerpt From Martin Amis, "Lionel Asbo: State of England", page 118:
There was laughter from the three representatives of the Fourth Estate. This laughter went on for longer than usual – because Lionel did in fact quite closely resemble a bingo caller. His tuxedo, true, and his vast trousers were impeccable and super accurately cut; his buxom bow tie was no elasticated clip-on but a fine length of schmutter (Eamon, who earned his living in a bow tie, showed him how you looped it); and the shoes, at ten thousand pounds apiece, performed as expected – two padded floats of glistening ebony. On the other hand, only an unusually confident and sexually secure bingo caller would have consented to wear Lionel’s shirt and waistcoat. The waistcoat was of canary-yellow suede, with turquoise buttons. And the white shirt was an impossible orgy of vents and flounces (his hands were only just visible beneath the ruches of its cuffs). He slowed as he lit a cigar, saying,
‘Here, lads, I got one for yer. What’s got lots of balls and screws old ladies? …. A bingo machine!’
‘You won’t win a hundred and forty mil on the bingo, Lionel’.