This morning we wave goodbye to Bebington and set the autopilot for Lincoln. A few tasks to complete first including making the sandwiches and then the obligatory visit to the cemetery en route.
Wirral was wet. Most of the country has been wet I guess. Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet. Fortunately last night THG, who is an observant of dry January, drove to the pub and back. No TV in the Rose and Crown, which is one of the reasons it is such a great place, but plenty of punters were following the darts on their phones. A cry went out when the kid won.
For a 16 year old to get to the World Darts Championships final he must have spent most of his time practising. However it is difficult to apply the label “misspent youth” in this case considering his winnings from this tournament have already hit two hundred thousand pounds.
I’m crap at darts although not as crap as I am at snooker. It really annoys me how good the pros are at snooker. Snooker and darts seem to go together. Birds of a feather. Pool and darts as well.
We have a dartboard at home although it is pretty inaccessible in what used to be the playroom but is now a store. We did have a pool table but that was disposed of due to lack of use. Also it took a lot of space on the landing.
After finishing my degree I hung around Bangor for six months. Work seemed to be an unattractive proposition. I recall having a pool challenge with Gwyn Bere. First to twenty, loser bought the winner a meal.
The tourney took place over a few weeks and didn’t start well. I lost the first eight games. This was not good as being on the dole I could ill afford to buy GB dinner. Gradually I caught up and on the last day it reached nineteen frames apiece. The last game took nearly an hour. Both of us were afraid to lose. I emerged victorious and a gang of us repaired to an Italian restaurant on Bangor High Street for the celebratory dinner.
I played a lot of pool in those days but now it’s about once a decade. I can’t imagine I am any good anymore.
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For reference the milkman came at five thirty five this morning and left two pints of semi skimmed.