Yebbut Dave, and I really hate to relive this, but the issue was not just the bingo tickets but also the bingo cards you photocopied to save money, not to speak of the box of bingo balls in that wet soggy shoe box you tried to carry across that car park in the rain, losing clickety click, legs eleven and two fat ladies in the process then trying to cover it up. This is Mudcat's perennial running sore, Dave. After all these years I'm still pointing the finger at you and Betty Swollox. And, trust me, there IS evidence...

Back me up on this one, Bloke...