The Mummy (1999)

 

Blog Darts Housekeeping

The blog is missing some 180s. Please bear with me.

A filthy 180 . . . absolutely filthy

The middle dart was the third dart and it's just 'resting' between the other two darts, barely touching the board. 

If it wasn't for the other two darts, it would be on the ground and I would be staring at it in disgust.

74/50

"This wasn't in the script . . . "

Famous last words, and all that, but Anderson has come steaming back in the Grand Slam of Darts against Luke Littler.

Frankie says . . .

. . . it looks like you need a new board. That 5 segment looks bent out of shape.

71/50

Busted . . . but flush

I was on 60 . . . I needed a single 20 for double tops . . . I hit a triple 20 . . . and just kept going.

. . . still won the leg.

63/50

Midnight at the Oasis apartment

I liked the Brand New Heavies back in the day, and I don't give a fuck who knows.

56/50

Bushfires in Bushwick?

Apparently, there are smoke warnings across Brooklyn right now. What can I say  . . . my darts are on fire.

. . . nothing like a bit of hubris on a Saturday night. Bay Ridge did used to be a Greek neighborhood, after all. (American spelling, folks.)

55/50

'Don't quote me on this . . . '

. . .  but this 146 might be my highest ever check out. And, funnily enough, I threw for a 156 checkout about 10 minutes later. Of course, I missed the D18 . . . I hate the D18 as a rule.

That Paul Rudd meme

I'm scrambling for *checks notes* witty post titles . . . so, sometimes, I just have to go with whatever noise is happening in the background at the time of writing. Step forward Mr Rudd and that meme/gif . . . whatever the fuck it is.

54/50

14 Darts

According to a significant section of the political chattering class, a fascist is back in the White House. 

I don't buy it myself. Trump will always fall into the category of a klepto-capitalist, who is just in the job to enrich himself, to avoid jail and for the added shits and giggles. And enough people bought it. Never knew there were so many Shy Trump voters out there. You live and learn.

The weird thing is that I can't help feeling that - with the benefit of hindsight - the Democrats would have done better with a doddering Biden against Trump.

Okay, that's enough highfalutin political analysis. In happier personal news, I just hit a 14 darter. My best ever score in a 501 game. Okay, I'm playing a Dart App  . . .  it's not a real game . . . but I'll take it.

For the completists among you, my darts were 140, 180, 95, 30, 56. A 56 checkout in 2 darts. 

A Triple 1 instead of a Triple 18 - and it was on the bastard wire - denied me the chance to throw for a 11-darter. That would have been fucking wild.

The eagle-eyed amongst you will notice a 180 in amongst that lot. Here it is:

53/50

'Your lipgloss seals my fate . . .'

 

51/50

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood (2019)

 

A turnip for the books . . .

47/50

That is so weird. My 46th and 47th 180 of 2024 are almost identical. I had to look more than once before I was totally sure I hadn't just posted the same pic twice. What are the chances?

Rutabaga Rumble

 

46/50

The Ghost Writer (2010)

 

Bad Monkey (2024)

 

Con Air (1997)

 

Slow Horses: Spook Street (2024)

 

Ooh La La

No more moaning about Monday evenings . . . famous last words.

45/50

'It's not a Monday night though, is it?

. . . I really need to stop with the that fucking line. We get it . . . I'm not getting it on a Monday night.

Something to be said for breaking out the mini ladder to get the better camera shot, though. Silver linings and all that jazz.

44/50

Play for Today: The Long Distance Piano Player (1970)

 

A Monday afternoon is not a Monday evening, is it?

One of those weird 180s where I knew it was coming. Could I have some more of them please?

43/50

Payback: Straight Up (2006)

 

An Afternoon Delight

One of those 180s where I didn't realise I was throwing for a 180. I wish they were all like that. Calms the nerves.

It was actually during a game against the Russ Bray dart app, and it was part of a 15-dart winning leg.  That might be my best ever leg.

140, 53, 65, 180, 63. (100.2 average)

42/50

Pinch, punch, first of the month . . .

. . . it's not a Monday night, though, is it?

41/50

Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa (2013)

 

Mojo hating on Roseanne brought me here . . .

. . . of course Roseanne should rank higher than Kathy Griffin in a list of the 50 most hated actors and celebrities in Hollywood.

40/50

This bloke was listed at number 1 on the list, which is kind of a shame 'cos I still have a soft spot for Gavin and Stacey.

Mojo hating on Kathy Griffin brought me here . . .

. . . aah, the wonders of listening to an old and out of date video feature on the top 50 most hated actors and celebrities in Hollywood.

39/50

Legend has it . . .

 . . . that I was listening to The Legends when this 180 went in.

38/50

An old Friday Playlist coming up trumps*. 

Note to self:

Stop writing "trumps" in my darts posts. That's two posts in a row now. If I'm not careful, I'll have the Russian bots swarming all over me.

A Crooked Smile

People just want to dream, naturally. 

1987 came up for trumps for me this time. Sorry Van. Close, but no cigar.

37/50

Is it now 'Van the Darts Man'?

Just practised for 40 minutes - 41 minutes, to be exact - whilst listening to my favourite album of 1972. No scoring . . . no Russ Bray Darts App (Level-Fucking-Eight) . . . just me throwing at the board with my ear buds in and listening to Van Morrison. Threw for 5 or 6 180s. Didn't hit one, mind, but it doesn't matter. I'm just trying to power through my Dartitis. Of course, it doesn't always work like that on a Monday Night, but I need to find some sort of space . . . in my head.

And, of course, there is that tangental link between that album and Darts. Wheels within wheels.

'It's not a Monday, though . . . '

Right score, wrong day of the week . . . 

36/50

'It's not the Status Q though, is it'

I'm not complaining but I should have been somewhere else . . .  and at the exact time I hit that 180. Sadly, I couldn't trust my Dartitis, so I bottled out excused myself from any potential embarrassment. 

35/50

So, instead I'll have to settle with a Sunday afternoon of family bickerings and old episodes of Midsommer Murders.

A September miracle . . .

I'm not saying this one came out of the blue — I've hit a couple of 180s in the past week — but it's all the more satisfying 'cos the Dartitis is kicking in again. I just can't seem to be able to conquer it. 

 

Once again, I think I've come up with a technique to bypass it but as soon as I get too 'comfortable' it trips me up and reminds me that it's never really gone away. It's killing me.

34/50

Busted

I was on 165 . . . I knew I was 165 . . . it didn't matter. I was still throwing for that 180. There was never any question of me doing anything else.

I'll take that busted throw seven days a week.

 33/50

Edited:

It turns out I have a history of doing this. I'd totally forgotten.

Still lost the leg, mind.

 

32/50

Checking in and then checking out of the Madhouse

Playing — and losing — to Level 8 on the Russell Bray Darts App and I hit this 180 whilst I'm on 182. I had to go for it despite the fact it would leave me in (on?) the Madhouse.

. . . fortunately, I eventually got the D1. Not on the first go, though.

31/50

Monday tomorrow . . . this won't happen tomorrow

Still playing shit. Still dogged with the dartitis. Still whining. Still whining despite occasionally hitting a 180.

30/50

'Where the fuck were you last Monday?'

 Three weeks to the day. Not good . . . not bad either, I guess.

29/50

Incline towards Patsy . . .

There's a case to be made that Patsy Cline had the greatest voice of all time.

For me, it's a toss up between her and Ella.

Anyway, somebody posted this wonderful photo of Patsy Cline on twitter.

Someone's picking on me . . .

  . . . and, yes, I took it personally.

File under the 'Good stuff you find on Urban75.'

Mr Inbetween (2018)

 

Not Quite Hollywood: The Wild, Untold Story of Ozploitation! (2008)

 

"Baby eating Anarchists, my arse . . . "

 20 years on and it's still one of the nicest spaces on social media/internet.

Muscle memory . . .

 Not showboating. There's a lot to be said for just falling back on muscle memory when going for double doubles. When it works, it's wonderful.

Friday Night, Saturday Morning

 Late night darts sometimes brings its rewards.

28/50

Thursday Mild

You find a song with Thursday in the title. It's harder than you think . . . 

 

27/50

Mr. Monk's Last Case: A Monk Movie (2023)

 

Passion Fish (1992)

 

Back on the Dark Thunders . . .

. . . which would be a great name for a cheap cider sold in two litre bottles.

26/50

High Fidelity (2000)