Round 187: Utter Pish

Darts Thrown: March 28th/29th 2019
Blog Written: March 29th 2019

Highest Score: 129
Lowest Score: 3
Sixties: 27
100+: 5

Blogger's Note: Written in haste, so there will be spelling mistakes and slapdash grammar.

Wow, round 187, and yet the first shaming pic to be posted. Again, wow.

To cut a long story short, one of my many failed New Year's Resolutions for 2019 was to throw at least 300 darts (100 throws) every day. It came unstuck at some point in the second week in January, but for all that I have persevered with the darts and at the time of writing - 88 days into the year - I'm to Round 187 in the 300 darts routine. At some time I will upload the previous 186 rounds . . . but not today.

Any thoughts on Round 187? Not really, it's just a variation on a theme. Spread over two days 'cos at some point I was too shagged tired to complete the round in one session. (A theme of my darts practice these past couple of months.) I'm playing with mismatched darts, which I'm sure doesn't help but it's no excuse for the continued inconsistency. There's occasional pockets of play when I'm in "the zone" but looking at this round, I don't think that happened this time.

The book in the picture? Peter Tatchell's 'The Battle of Bermondsey'. Have I read it? No, but I am reading it at the moment. I've not been reading a lot of books these past couple of years - still buy the fuckers, mind - and if I finish this book, it will be the first book I've read this year. Why am I reading a book published in 1983? Well. it's a book I dipped into at some point in the 80s when I first got interested in politics. I'm sure Hemel library had a copy, and that's where I would have found it. Some of it is coming back to me whilst I'm reading it, so I obviously read more of it first time round than I originally thought. I picked up this copy second hand last year (maybe) via Amazon. I'm not sure why I picked it up. Probably 'cos it was super cheap (my first consideration whenever buying a book). partly because I have a tendency at times to dig out old books that I made had read when I was much younger. Not sure why. Maybe just the literary equivalent of rebuilding your old record collections. It won't be the only old book that turns up in my rounds. I'm also an admirer of Tatchell, even when I don't always agree with him, and reading about Tatchell and the Labour Left in the early 1980s somehow chimes in/overlaps with Corbyn's Labour Party of today.

In other news:

• Celtic are playing Rangers on Sunday. I fear the worst despite what the pundits say, but I always fear the worst on such occasions. It takes at least 4 goals to calm me down, and I don't think Celtic have 4 goals in them at the moment. I'll happily chow down on crow come Sunday, if I'm proven wrong.
• Brexi-shambles is continuing as I write. No idea what the fuck is going on at this moment in time -  and I do occasionally try and keep up - but it will probably result in some posh cunt being Tory Prime Minister this time next month. Where's the hue and cry mob camping out outside David Cameron's gaffe? Why does he get to retire quietly with his farm animals?
• As I mentioned Tatchell's book, here a link to a Socialist Standard article from '83 which touches upon the gutter press's hounding of Tatchell.
• With regards to the Socialist Standard, I'm still continuing with the digitization project which partially explains the lack of book reading and the dearth of original posts on this old blog. In recent days, issues from January 1931, May 1993 and June 1979 have been completed. You show check them out.