Sir, – Emer McLysaght’s telling of the conventions of bingo had me laughing out loud (“My night at the bingo hall: I was waiting on one number. My heart was in my mouth”, People, January 17th).
My Aunt Vera, a devotee, brought me twice to play, and me a small child. No niceties then about underaged gambling. Maybe I was Vera’s mascot. I played on two consecutive weeks, each time winning £2. I vowed: no more. I had won but wouldn’t risk a third week in case my luck was out.
Vera was disappointed.
So much for the influence of significant adults on the young! – Yours, etc,
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NUALA GALLAGHER,
Dublin 15.
