I misspent a couple of years playing in darts team and, boy, were we useless. We were always at the foot of the league table. On particular member sticks in my mind. For some reason he would turn up wearing a three pies suit that was two sizes too big for him. He’d step up to the oche and throw dart number one. With a doleful occcchhhhh he shake his head, then hrow dart two. Another shake and Glaswegian sigh. Finally dart three went and the same thing would happen. He would then etrieve his darts. On from the ceiling, one from the floor and the third ftim someone’s hat. It was the same story every week but his brother, who was no better, was the team captain. Still, we did have fun.
I misspent a couple of years playing in darts team and, boy, were we useless. We were always at the foot of the league table. On particular member sticks in my mind. For some reason he would turn up wearing a three pies suit that was two sizes too big for him. He’d step up to the oche and throw dart number one. With a doleful occcchhhhh he shake his head, then hrow dart two. Another shake and Glaswegian sigh. Finally dart three went and the same thing would happen. He would then etrieve his darts. On from the ceiling, one from the floor and the third ftim someone’s hat. It was the same story every week but his brother, who was no better, was the team captain. Still, we did have fun.