Monday, January 12, 2004

Last night myself, fm1 and fm1’s bf settled down to the nail biting climax of the World Dart’s Championship. I have long enjoyed slumping in front of the teev to watch men with bad haircuts throw arrows about but I was however unaware that fm1 used to be a keen player – and she certainly displayed an unprecedented grasp of 3 dart outs : 127 = treble 19, 20, bull.

As I’m sure you are aware the final score was 6-3 to Andy ‘The Viking’ Fordham. Now this is the sort of character that makes sport on the TV worth watching. Even if you have no more understanding of darts than, say, Sumerian relicries, the magnetism of the man comes through. Several times we were reduced to awe by the circumferance of the forearms, the luxuriance of the mullet, the sheer terrifying size of the guy, and of course his icy calm. When it comes to pressure darts he didn’t miss a trick. Amazing stuff.

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