100 - 89

Opponent: Computer Level 8

Date Started: 22nd September 2025

Date Finished: 2nd February 2026

 

Three-and-a-half months to finish a game ! Do I have to state the obvious? I don't really enjoy playing Cricket at home. At best, I use it as a warm up 'practice' for 501 games. Sad but true. 

 

Nice to get a win, though.

13-Darter

Fuck, I just hit a 13-darter (against a Dart App, admittedly) . . . and my Dartitis was really playing up.

140, 140, 140, 31 . . . bull outshot. (115.6 average.)

Monday morning . . . erm . . . milestone?

Inspired alliteration can be a bastard sometimes.

The eldest is moaning, resentful that he has to go to school on December 22nd. I'm resentful and moaning back at him 'cos I have to get up super early in the morning to drag him out of bed, and the only silver lining is an early morning 180. 215 for the year.

215/50

If he's a total pain in the arse on the 22nd, think what he's going to be like tomorrow morning when I have to drag him out of bed again? Give me another silver lining tomorrow morning, ye darting gods. I will need it.

147

Not my highest checkout but I'll take it. Finishing on D18 is especially pleasing 'cos, as a rule, I really dislike the 18 segment. (I have my reasons.)

'In your head, you wish you were a mod.'

A zinger. Guilty as charged. Sadly, I didn't have the ears to be a Mod.

It's so much easier to update the 180s on the blog when Kara comes out with lines like that. Gregory's Girl one-liners, where did you disappear to?

Posted Monday morning, 22nd December . . . 9.18 AM.

214/50

In a German accent . . . 'Nein'

First 3 darts of the day . . . going back to bed.

'New stems, please!'

Is it stems or shafts? I don't really know. I guess 'shafts' is too much of a Viz like double entendre. 

Anyway, I got some new stems but they're longer than my usual kind - enough with the double entendres, ffs -  so, right now, I don't know how I feel about them. They were supercheap(ish), and I thought I was getting my usual kind of stems lengthwise. I was wrong. A cheap order means a wrong order, apparently. I got some cheap flights alongside them. I wonder how they'll work out. Probably 10 bastard microns. It'll serve me right.

206/50

Backdoor and back-chatting . . .

Just trying to tidy up. I can't remember much about this 180, other than the fact that it occurred during a bout of dartitis. 

For some reason, I'm thinking about the league match played on the Monday night. We got battered 13-6. A bit of a bitter taste in the mouth about it as we were 5-0 down after the first round (hint, fucking, hint). I didn't cover myself in glory in later rounds. Words were exchanged.

205/50

The Return of the Unsunny Ds

. . . with a bastard vengeance.

I am genuinely perplexed to know what happened. It really cropped up again at the eve of Thanksgiving Luck of the Draw, but I attributed that to extreme tiredness. Christ, it only cropped up at 2am that night/morning. But last night was horrific. Is it the team? The division? The bar? The change in the weather? Did I burn down two orphanages in a previous life? All I know is that I have no idea what is going to happen tonight. It might be the mother of all nightmares.

I should, despite all that, be happy enough with my 204th 180 of 2025, but I'm sure you can understand my bittersweet misery.

204/50

Catch a star . . .

. . . and, shit, I forgotten the next line. A banging track, mind. Better than the better-known Elton John version.

203/50

No Hammarby puns, please.

Finished second and I got the highest score of the night. I'll take it.

Killing time after breakfast . . .

Monday morning . . . one teen already at school . . . one teen dreading going to school. It's a league night, and as the Dartitis is haunting me again, I'm not playing legs against the Russ Bray Darts App. Just throwing semi-randomly at the board to get my Dart muscle memory up and running again. I really fear the worst tonight. I won't know until I'm actually there whether the Dartitis has enveloped me again.

What a thing not to look forward to.

198/50

"My clock's ticking now . . . "

Sod Peter Kay, my clock's ticking . . .  I need to get to 200 before the end of the year.

197/50

"Putting me in charge of Christmas . . . "

Just plough through this. Line up The Waitresses. 

196/50

"School caretaking, my eye . . . "

Two 180s in 16 minutes. Nice when that happens. (Wrong order, naturally.)

195/50

"Shush with your genuine shit."

  could be a Peter Kay's Car Share quote but, no, it was family life . . . family drama . . . so it goes.

Still watching Peter Kay's Car Share. It's the dogging episode piping through my ears right now.

194/50

153 . . . for the hard of hearing.

Turns out it's been a while since my last recorded Round of 9. Still haven't gotten one in League play. Another one for my Darting bucket list. (Does 'bucket list' work in this context? I don't have a scooby.)

Correction or addendum . . . you decide:

According to this post from July, it looks like I hit Round 9s more often than I think. I guess I don't record them all for posterity.  If it's a Round 9 of, say, T19, T18, T17, I don't usually post a picture. The funny thing is that that sort of Round 9 is much more difficult than the Round 9 posted above, or even a 180 for that matter.

"I don't want to wake up dead"

No comment.

193/50

"He's shot up, hasn't he?"

 Insert "I had to hire an air balloon" joke here. Vertigo's no joke when you get to my age.

192/50

"This is the station with the timeless hits"

No inspiration at this point. True Colours coming through at this point. (Groan.)

191/50