Stockholm Syndrome

That Heaven 17 track. 

What Heaven 17 track? Key To The World? Soul Warfare? Contenders? I don't have a scooby. 

The "That Heaven 17 track" line has been sitting in my drafts for months. (I'm writing this in the middle of the night on the 6th February, 2025). I'm sure it meant something at the time. Now it's been lost to the midsts of time.

My fiftieth 180 of 2024 was in my fact my third 180 whilst practicing in a pub in South Brooklyn in the warm up for a small scale darts tournament (my first). People were milling around . . . in fact, it was darts nuts milling around, but nobody saw me whip out my phone to take a pic of the 180. Or if they did, they were playing it cool . . . as was I.

That day was a long darting day, but it was ultimately a fruitful endeavour. It definitely didn't turn out the way I was expecting. If I get any more cryptic, I will have to change my name by deed poll to 'Crossword'.

50/50

Addendum:

Just realised that this post is overly cryptic when I'd already kind of 'fessed up what I was doing - and where - in this post and this post. Serves me right for taking so bastard long to post this 180 on the blog. File under 'Pull Your Finger Out'.