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 aah, the wonders of listening to an old and out of date video feature on the top 50 most hated actors and celebrities in Hollywood.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