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.
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