Each week, Kyla will be undertaking a series of weird and wonderful tasks, then blogging about it here. Check back every week to read about her latest adventure

Once upon a time, bingo was the game of the aged. Row upon row of tight white perms, trembling hands passing a neon bright dabber across paper rectangles peppered with numbers.

But the two fat ladies and Dirty Gerties who once bounced off the bingo hall walls were replaced with repetitive, efficient calling of electronically generated numbers. Audiences became younger, more vibrant... Rowdy.

Today, the art-deco halls are silent and still, their lead-painted walls echoing wolf whistles to legs eleven while the dust from a thousand moth-balled skirts sits around rectangles on the parquet floors. And if a fluorescent-yellow dabber falls and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound...?

Who gives two little ducks when you've got new, sexy Bingo on the internet and TV?!

Suddenly, the secret pleasure of soft gambling is accessible to everyone (over 18) from the comfort of home. Hoorah for technology!

I had a stab at being a presenter on popular live bingo channel Gala TV. Of course, my attempts were not televised (suicide for the people at Gala), but I was put through the typical auditioning process and, for your eyes only, the footage appears at the end of this blog.

I arrived at the studios in Battersea and was taken to the gallery where I was fitted with a mic and an ear-piece.Getting wired-up gives you that same inexplicable sense of importance you feel when you're holding a walky-talky. You know what I mean... The set is a strange place. A vast, curved expanse of green screen which runs onto the floor where there is a simple plastic stage, a podium and a couple of stools. But when I look into one of the four cameras, I'm implanted in a graphic-tastic virtual scene with glossy platforms and fake staircases.

Brian is a veteran bingo caller, he's been doing it since 1976. I first spot him powdering his face in the dressing room. It was a Chanel compact, so I knew he meant business.

He's a friendly and bubbly sort, and I feel like I couldn't ask for more from a bingo caller. He tells me that when he called in the halls he'd affect a faux-posh accent (if that's possible with a gravelly Burnley drawl), but TV is all about characters and he seems totally at ease in the studio.

In this alien environment, surrounded by professionals and very aware that I'm not wearing a speck of makeup, I'm most perturbed by the voices in my head. Not the ones that tell me it's a good idea to wear a neck-tie with a tracksuit (been there) but the individual utterances of producer Natalie and director Gary.

As the title sequence rolls I feel naked, somehow I've got to convince the cameras I own this plastic stage, welcome people to my simulated world.

The voices in my head guide me through each segment while I simultaneously try to talk, listen, appear in control and acknowledge Brian.

I can only liken it to those awkward social situations when you have two people talking at you and neither seems prepared to stop or recognise the other's presence.

The problem is the camera's rolling, so I can't save myself from the information overload and I'm drowning in a sea of numbers, directions and flashy graphics. What a way to go...

I babbled my way through the motions and yes, there were hiccups-a-plenty, but all-in-all, I did alright. I journeyed to that corner of my mind which I save for mindless chit-chat; the realm of the all-round small-talk, where everything is 'interesting' and 'very nice' and wringing hands beg for a moment's pause, to gather thoughts.

Watching the clip back was a truly toe-curling and cringe-worthy experience. Listen out for my nervous laughter when I know I've messed-up but the camera's rolling and the show must go on.

In what deep, dark part of my soul did I scrape about for adjectives in the viewers' photos segment? Nobody gets that excited about fluffy cuffs and bad neckwear. And "I like Becky a lot" might just be my new favourite quote. Confirmation that I am capable of talking utter drivel, on cue. Comforting.

It took a lot for me to watch the clip, as the photo on the left demonstrates. An unaware model in a telling pose; head in hands in unadulterated mortification.

I have a totally new-found respect for the people who work on live TV. I always knew it was hard but I don't think I'd really understood the amount of multi-tasking involved. Watching Brian was like watching a master; as he called the bingo numbers he read the names of current players, sent shout-outs, all the while listening to the feed in his ear. I was in awe. Is Brian some sort of Bingo TV god? No no, there are more like him, and the best bit is, they share a special Gala TV house when they're filming. It's like a bingo commune!

So now I watch live TV with a discerning eye. That vacant expression you sometimes see cross the face of X-Factor's Dermot and This Morning's Phil and Holly, that's the moment the veil has slipped.

I think mine was on the floor after the first five seconds...

Check out my video below, and for more information on Gala TV, visit the website. You can watch and play Gala on Sky and Freesat channel 861, live shows start at 6pm.