The Buddha of Suburbia (1993)

 

Key Largo (1948)

 

Unexpected.

I didn't know I was throwing for the 180 . . . which probably helped with the third T20.

Nice when that happens. Ryan Searle has that advantage over the rest of us.

91/50

Thinking about Snake . . .

. . . nah, not Escape From New York Snake, Darts League Snake. Nice guy . . . even if those three corks of his on Monday night resulted in someone else's brain melting. How's that for a combination of major league jargon and the low rent cryptic? 

No, I'm not telling.

87/50

Bad Manners . . . bad manners . . .

. . . were playing on the TV when I hit this 180. 

Never really got Buster Bloodvessel and the boys but their 'Walking In The Sunshine' is a stone cold classic.

86/50

Photoshop delivers the goods . . . and Celtic wins the cup. Business as usual.

Nicked from a Celtic group on Facebook.

And they will be greeting. It's the hope that ki . . . oh, I forgot, they died in 2012.

 

 

* The context of this pic is that some R*ngers Ultras recently produced a banner with a reworking of Trump's infamous campaign slogan. Photoshop did the rest.

Kevin Turvey investigates . . .

Is it just me or does Roberto Bettega look like the late Rik Mayall in this Panini sticker from 1982?

A serious Rik Mayall. A Rik Mayall who'd just discovered that the film studio weren't making a sequel to Drop Dead Fred.

"Like that scene from that Harold Lloyd movie . . . "

How close was that third dart to falling out? Put it this way . . . just after I took the picture, our dog passed by the dartboard passing gas and the dart fell on my foot impaling my big toe. 

I'm writing this post from the ICU of Brooklyn Methodist Hospital. Blood poisoning, since you ask.*

85/50

* I may have embellished this tale a tad.

Stagecoach (1939)

 

How bazaar . . .

I can't remember the last time I used the 'If I was in London . . . ' label but if I was in London right now, I'd be popping along to this tomorrow in South London:

"100s of books and records"? Where's that Fry meme when you need it?

Back on the Ayn Rand flights . . .

I'd thrown for three 180s in the previous 10 minutes but kept straying into either the 1 or the 5 beds with my third dart. And finally one stayed on course. My first 180 since December 1st. 

I'm not sure what's happened in the past week and a half. The Dartitis doesn't help, of course, but I wonder if it was yet another attack of hubris on my part? I had an especially good November on the 180 front, hitting 30, and I think I got into my head that I was on course for 100 180s in 2024. 

Such over confidence is always fatal for me. I've lost count of the number of times where I've got it into my head that I'm a better dart player than I actually am, and reality every time has kicked me squarely in the bollocks for such smug arrogance. Ho hum, so it goes (Vonnegut, get out of my fucking head, man.)

84/50

A Kurt Vonnegut fan investigates . . .

I can't believe that my previous post was the first time that Kurt Vonnegut merited a label/mention on the blog. I used to read his books back in the day . . . well, some of them. Yep, the usual suspects.

I dug out the details of that second 14-darter. (Obsessed much?) I can't actually accurately date it but I know that I hit it sometime in mid-November. For my future biographer, my stats were 85, 140, 42, 134 and a checkout of 100 in 2 darts.

If Kurt Vonnegut played darts.

Another 14-darter. I think it's my third at this point. I noted the first on the blog but didn't get around to posting details of the second. In retrospect, that's fucking annoying.

Anyway, I threw for a 13-darter but missed the D20. So it goes.

A 107.4 average with scores of 100, 100, 125, 136 . . . and checked out 40 in 2 darts.

The good stuff you find on Twitter . . .

 . . . capitalist politics in a nutshell.

Yacht Rock: A Dockumentary (2024)

 

Would I Lie To You?

115 points on Lexulous.

If you don't know what the word means, I advise you that you keep it that way. Don't google it. 

I only know the word cos it once came up on an episode of Call My Bluff. I believe Joanna Lumley and Frank Muir were on the panel that day.  

Funnily enough, the back story of me knowing what that word means is far more weird than the b/s story of the fragrant Ms Lumley or Mr Muir in his customary bow tie telling us in their dulcet tones what 'felching' is.

"A riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma" . . . otherwise known as cricket in darts

Despite initial appearances that is not a score of 153; it is in fact a Round of 9. 

You have now entered the mysterious world of cricket in darts  . . . good luck.

I'm slacking

There's about 20 180s missing from the blog. Soon peeps, soon.

On second thoughts . . .

. . . buckle down.

I'm not in the right frame of mind to try this film challenge. Other things need to be taken care of, and it's the least of my priorities.

Maybe another month - another year -  when other stuff isn't churning away, and when I've given it more thought. It definitely needs proper forward planning.

Buckle up

First day of the month and I've decided to undertake, arguably, the most pointless film challenge ever. 

If I told you right now what it was, you'd have me committed . . . or you'd be committed yourself 'cos you'd unnerve your family and neighbours with your uncontrollable laughter. 

I'll see how it goes.

Another time, perhaps.

Three minutes later

 . . . and my ego's gone through the roof, I'm ready to call an impromptu press conference, and I really, really need to buy that lottery ticket.

83/50

It'll end in tears  . . . and it will be tears of laughter.

One minute into December . . .

. . . and this happens. I need to buy a lottery ticket.

82/50