So, Phil ‘The Power’ won the all Stoke-on-Trent clash against King Henry VIII, landlord of the Skylark boozer.
This was the real take-no-copies Philip. His stacking was little short of perfect, as was his use of the treble 19. In addition, his “attitude” was like it was at the World Grand Prix in Ireland – he kicked his own butt at the slightest sloppy shot! Читать далее...
There have been many memorable walk-ons in the history of the World Championship. I remember at Frimley Green, around 1988, a Swedish bloke being played on to ‘Money, Money, Money’ by ABBA…..explanation: “It’s the only Swedish tune we had!” Читать далее...
I have never been known to be short of a word or two about my pride in being a solid working-class lad.
So, you can guess my amazement at being branded a “snob” on a darts forum. Where they got this idea from, I just don’t know. I am certainly not an inverted “snob”, as I certainly believe in a pluralistic society – where each should be proud of his own station in life. Читать далее...
I spent Christmas Eve in darkest Hertfordshire, where I had the best sausage sandwich of my life, in a pub in Braughing – called The Axe and Compasses!
I had a game of darts with the landlord and the locals but did as bad as ever! I put one in the fire and two in the blind stocking. Читать далее...
Now I want you to sit back and read what follows – NOT with your tongue in your cheek!
Here is a Christmas story that comes straight off the old Yule log…..Once upon a time there was a big lad called Andy Smith, who rejoiced in the nickname ‘Pie Man’. Читать далее...