Darts Thrown: April 4th 2019
Blog Written: April 4th 2019
Highest Score: 138
Lowest Score: 2
Sixties: 30
100+: 10
180s Missed: 1
Blogger's Note: Written in haste, so there will be spelling mistakes and slapdash grammar.
For some reason I was listening to that episode of The Sound of the Eighties again whilst throwing the darts. No idea why. I guess it was still on the phone and I couldn't be arsed to switch to something else. Anything to add to that show? Nothing much. Transvision Vamp are still shit. Early New Order sounded like Josef K, and 80s pop music really did turn irredeemably shit after 1985. Which sucked for me 'cos it was a formative time when I should have been lapping music up. I lapped something up, but it was thin gruel in comparison to music from the first half of the 80s.
Bingewatching the first season of Fleabag on Amazon. Grimly fascinating. Enjoying it more than I did first time round. I feel guilty watching it 'cos posh people usually get on my tits. It's why I've never watched Downton Abbey. 2016 seems so long ago . . . or maybe it was never meant to be that kind of show.
The darts? I threw for a 180 but I bottled it. And I by bottled it, I mean the third dart hit the 18. That some jitters. I think next time I throw for a 180 I will close my eyes. What's the worse that can happen.
The book in the picture? Toby Litt's Beatniks. Have I read it? Yep, about 20 years ago. I must have read it within months of it coming out. A random buy that bore fruit. I seem to remember reading it during teabreaks and lunch breaks whilst working nights on a nighshift in Hemel in 97 or 98. Would I read it again? I would . . . if I got my reading mojo back. I always thought it would make a great film. There were rumours that it'd been optioned for a film but at the time of writing . . . If Nick Hornby had written it . . . Two unfinished sentences for the price of one.
And, let's be honest, Beatniks were always more interesting than the Hippies.
