Unexpected.

I didn't know I was throwing for the 180 . . . which probably helped with the third T20.

Nice when that happens. Ryan Searle has that advantage over the rest of us.

91/50

Thinking about Snake . . .

. . . nah, not Escape From New York Snake, Darts League Snake. Nice guy . . . even if those three corks of his on Monday night resulted in someone else's brain melting. How's that for a combination of major league jargon and the low rent cryptic? 

No, I'm not telling.

87/50

Bad Manners . . . bad manners . . .

. . . were playing on the TV when I hit this 180. 

Never really got Buster Bloodvessel and the boys but their 'Walking In The Sunshine' is a stone cold classic.

86/50

Photoshop delivers the goods . . . and Celtic wins the cup. Business as usual.

Nicked from a Celtic group on Facebook.

And they will be greeting. It's the hope that ki . . . oh, I forgot, they died in 2012.

 

 

* The context of this pic is that some R*ngers Ultras recently produced a banner with a reworking of Trump's infamous campaign slogan. Photoshop did the rest.

Kevin Turvey investigates . . .

Is it just me or does Roberto Bettega look like the late Rik Mayall in this Panini sticker from 1982?

A serious Rik Mayall. A Rik Mayall who'd just discovered that the film studio weren't making a sequel to Drop Dead Fred.

"Like that scene from that Harold Lloyd movie . . . "

How close was that third dart to falling out? Put it this way . . . just after I took the picture, our dog passed by the dartboard passing gas and the dart fell on my foot impaling my big toe. 

I'm writing this post from the ICU of Brooklyn Methodist Hospital. Blood poisoning, since you ask.*

85/50

* I may have embellished this tale a tad.

Stagecoach (1939)

 

How bazaar . . .

I can't remember the last time I used the 'If I was in London . . . ' label but if I was in London right now, I'd be popping along to this tomorrow in South London:

"100s of books and records"? Where's that Fry meme when you need it?

Back on the Ayn Rand flights . . .

I'd thrown for three 180s in the previous 10 minutes but kept straying into either the 1 or the 5 beds with my third dart. And finally one stayed on course. My first 180 since December 1st. 

I'm not sure what's happened in the past week and a half. The Dartitis doesn't help, of course, but I wonder if it was yet another attack of hubris on my part? I had an especially good November on the 180 front, hitting 30, and I think I got into my head that I was on course for 100 180s in 2024. 

Such over confidence is always fatal for me. I've lost count of the number of times where I've got it into my head that I'm a better dart player than I actually am, and reality every time has kicked me squarely in the bollocks for such smug arrogance. Ho hum, so it goes (Vonnegut, get out of my fucking head, man.)

84/50

A Kurt Vonnegut fan investigates . . .

I can't believe that my previous post was the first time that Kurt Vonnegut merited a label/mention on the blog. I used to read his books back in the day . . . well, some of them. Yep, the usual suspects.

I dug out the details of that second 14-darter. (Obsessed much?) I can't actually accurately date it but I know that I hit it sometime in mid-November. For my future biographer, my stats were 85, 140, 42, 134 and a checkout of 100 in 2 darts.