Back in the nineties; I loved to go bowling in Kansas.
There would be a resident DJ, belting out tunes until the early hours whilst I ate burgers and watched with fascination as the rednecks strutted their stuff!
It was great to go bowling on my recent trip with my extended family; we had two lanes between us all (about 10 of us went) and I quickly settled back into my hick mindset. I hasten to add here that my extended family are not hicks, just me.
The dynamic of the bowling alley changed suddenly about 20 minutes into the game; all of a sudden, the lights dimmed, on came the rock music accompanied by strobe and neon lights that lit up the place; the pins glowed waiting to be smashed down!
If only UK Bowling alleys were as fun!