I was on 165 . . . I knew I was 165 . . . it didn't matter. I was still throwing for that 180. There was never any question of me doing anything else.
I'll take that busted throw seven days a week.
33/50
I was on 165 . . . I knew I was 165 . . . it didn't matter. I was still throwing for that 180. There was never any question of me doing anything else.
I'll take that busted throw seven days a week.
33/50
Not showboating. There's a lot to be said for just falling back on muscle memory when going for double doubles. When it works, it's wonderful.
It was kind of weird - but also kind of cool - to see a few people wearing Aston Villa shirts and scarfs on the train in Manhattan yesterday. Until that point, I didn't know they were in town.*
*Playing in New Jersey.
. . . we will undoubtedly meet again.
They are too classy looking to lock away in a dusty, overcrowded drawer in amongst a few hundred 2B pencils and unpaid bills.
25/50
With the news that Alan Milburn is possibly being brought in by the incoming Labour Govt to help with the *cough* 'reform' of the National Health Service, a NHS Clinical Oncologist is already regretting voting for the Labour Party four days ago:
Just realised, Starmer - an ex-Trot - is bringing back Milburn, another ex-Trot. It's a countdown to the right-wing conspiracy theories about the Trotskification of Britain.
'Hey lads, grab your papers and your petitions, we're getting the Fourth International back together again . . . '
Never done that before.
I hate it when you pick up different darts and they immediately seem to ‘work’.
. . . ‘cos everyone who plays darts knows that the darting gods are just fucking with you.
"In 1839, Robert Cornelius sat for 15 minutes in front of a hand-built camera made of opera glass and sheets of copper. His picture became the first “selfie” ever taken."