All I want for Christmas . . .

. . . is number 17.  

Thank You, Santa.

Last One In?

Could this be my last 180 of 2019?

Quite possibly but 16 180s for the year is not too shabby in the overall scheme of things. Maybe I will actually hit a double in 2020.

Thanks to The Goldbergs

"I'm too old for tucks."

The Opposite of Shit, Bugger, Fuck

My third 180 in three days. My ego is currently floating down 7th Avenue.

A slave to the waves.

New flights  . . . new 180 . . . old story of scoring 11 with my next 3 darts.

The Winmaus of Your Mind

New dart board . . . newish city . . . new 180.

Bag of Shite . . .

. . . it was coming:

*Cough*

A bit random, and a bit precarious, but I'll take it. My tenth 180 this year.

Last one in?

It's been a while. So long, in fact, that I'd forgotten my 180 celebration. (A combination of shock and fear.)

Round 320: The Pug Dance across the room.

Darts Thrown: June 30th 2019

Blog Written: June 30th 2019

Highest Score: 140

Lowest Score: 7

Sixties: 29

100+: 10

180s Missed: 1

Blogger's Note: Written in haste, so there will be spelling mistakes and slapdash grammar.

Not bad, not bad. Not great, either, mind. A couple of 140s . . . threw for a 180, and the third dart hit the board. Calls for a random tune . . .  and it is random 'cos I never really cared for this song, but the bundle of energy otherwise known as Liam just careered into the room and it made me think of it. No, it doesn't make sense to me either:

Round 319: A Town With Pitney

Darts Thrown: June 30th 2019
Blog Written: June 30th 2019

Highest Score: 100
Lowest Score: 6
Sixties: 20
100+: 6


Blogger's Note: Written in haste, so there will be spelling mistakes and slapdash grammar.

Just put on a record, for fucks sake. Love, love this song. Eddi Reader did a great version of this song - i.e. it was a faithful rendition - back in the mid-90s, which I may have bought as a single. I had it in my head that it was by P. J. Proby but of course it was by Gene Pitney; how could you mistake that voice?

Round 318: Fight me, Nelson.

Darts Thrown: June 29th 2019
Blog Written: June 30th 2019

Highest Score: 140
Lowest Score: 3
Sixties: 22
100+: 7


Blogger's Note: Written in haste, so there will be spelling mistakes and slapdash grammar.

Decent high score but mediocre 60s total. Nothing more to add . . . except a YouTube video. 

Next up is Luscious Jackson's 'Here'. I had no idea it was from the Clueless movie. That's a plus in my book. Another cassingle I bought back in the day. It's in my head at the moment because for some strange reason - and it is a strange reason 'cos I never rated them - I've recently been reading/listening up on the Beastie Boys and before they became the most overrated group in the world, BB were a hardcore 4-piece featuring LJ's Kate Schellenbach on drums. The story goes - and it's from KS herself - she was bumped from the band when the other three hooked up with Rick Rubin and they put down the instruments for the drum machines. I guess it sorted itself out 'cos a few years later BB signed LJ to their vanity project record label, Grand Royale. Anyway, LJ always were better than BB. Fight me in the comments if you disagree.

Round 317: Brooklyn Calling!

Darts Thrown: June 26th-29th 2019
Blog Written: June 30th 2019

Highest Score: 100
Lowest Score: 3
Sixties: 22
100+: 8


Blogger's Note: Written in haste, so there will be spelling mistakes and slapdash grammar.

Just trying to catch up. Comments and observations will be spasmodic. Why 'Brooklyn Calling!'? Well, that's the dialing code, and we never did change our numbers when we moved to Indy. Go figure. Maybe it's a sign . . . probably not. Nothing to read into the Dart stats. Still mediocre at best, though it is a saving grace that despite 100 being a disappointingly high score, at least I hit 8 of them during the drawn out session.

Anyway, here's a music video to break up the bitty text. Why XTC? Because YouTube told me  . . . and because I'm half-rereading their biography on archive.com at the moment. Why Mayor of Simpleton? Again, 'cos YouTube's algothingy told me. Not one of my favourites but it does hold up:

300/152

• Still plodding on.
• Some improvement but not mesmerising.
• Carry on as I were . . . I guess.

Time out from taking the plunge . . .

My fourth 180 this week. I'll take it  . . .  especially after my evening.

Saturday night's alright for flighting . . .

See what I did there? Shit, innit?

This post was sponsored by the new Elton John biopic, 'Rocketman':

Third 180 this month. I'll take it.

The dartboard of the sixth happiness.

Another 180. You beauty. Never gets old. Never stop posting them. Liverpool has nothing on me.

Sink 180 on Cinco de Mayo . . .

. . . I'll get my coat.

#StephenFryGroaned

250/124

• 250/124 (days)
• 25,000 darts
• 2 dartboards (the 'nicer' one crashed on me.)
• 5 180s
• Switched darts more out of necessity than choice.
• Countless shredded flights
• Not as many busted shafts
• Am I getting better? Fuck knows.

Round 234: Hail Caesar!

Darts Thrown: April 25th/26 2019

Blog Written: April 27th 2019

Highest Score: 140

Lowest Score: 7

Sixties: 39
100+: 8
180s Missed: 1

Blogger's Note: Written in haste, so there will be spelling mistakes and slapdash grammar.

Arguably one of my best ever *cough* sessions. Nearly hit a 180 (again), and 3 140s within 5 throws isn't bad in anyone's book. And don't quote me on this but 39 60s may be my best tally, or at least close to it.

Just watched Celtic stumble to a 1-0 victory against a parked bus Kilmarnock. I don't think Lenny's getting the job, as much as I'd like for him to get it. Hopefully Aberdeen get a result against Ranjurs tomorrow, and that will put it all to bed for another season.

The book in the picture? Carl MacDougall's The Light's Below.  Have I read it? I have; many, many years ago. It was during my read any author with Mac or Mc in their surname phase. (A longer phase than you might think.) That's not the copy I read. That's long gone. The copy of the book in the picture I picked up for a dollar at The Strand on Broadway. Christ, I miss that bookshop. Loved it. Or at least, I loved the bookcarts outside the shop with all the cheap books that they were trying to punt. I spent many a happy hour scouring through all the old books.

Did I enjoy the book? To be honest, I can't remember. It must be twenty years since I've read it. However, I have read MacDougall's Stone Over Water twice, and that's a novel I really enjoyed. It was very much in the same spirit as Alan Spence's Glasgow novels and short stories, and that can't be a bad thing.

A couple of links:

• A nice wee blogpost about the late Billy McNeill and how he forged his connection with Celtic.
• Carl MacDougall's discussing the short stories of Iain Crichton Smith.