I saw J this morning.
He is my ex Brother in Law and rents a house from me.
I mentioned that one of his neighbours had been see with an extra dog. He confirmed this was the case and that it was her lodger's, who was in prison.
This got my attention and I asked the question any rational person would ask.
"Oh Yeah? What's he in for?
The answer I got...
"He hit some bloke down the pub over the head with the oche."
Just to make sure I asked,
"What? The oche for the darts?
J confirmed this was the case.
I haven't laughed so much in ages and it has repeated on me all day.
My major piss off of the day is people who send text messages to my house phone.
The number is read out, which means I have to trawl through my mobile's "phone book" to see who it is.
Then, because of text speak, it makes no fucking sense whatsoever.
This is one of the reasons I don't answer the house phone at all.
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Sassy.. Sorry about bad phone connection. In Wiltshire and the signal is sporadic to say the least!
For the league dart matches a piece of wood is put down to mark the oche.
Somehow, I don't see you in The Duke of Devonshire on darts night, so I doubt you've ever seen it!!
Excellent!
Like sending the newbie to look for the bubble for the spirit level.
My Dad used to send them for 'Sky Hooks' and 'Skirting Board Ladders'!
Hilarious!!! Sorry I've not been posting until now but the Uni's server's been down. And you are quite right, darts are NOT my thing at all. No nice bits of stuff there to take your mind off the field of play when substandard.
Unlike the Aussie cricket team and the sensational legs of Glenn McGrath. A girl could have a wicked time exploring her way up those pins...wonder where the bubble in his spirit level lies??
Sleepy, I'm sure you don't need reminding about my superb and near perfect sports filter (cricket gets through but then you don't acknowledge it as a sport anyway, and I'd have to be blind, deaf and dumb not to notice hockey living in Canuck-land)but surely '180' has to be written out in full. Even I can remember fat blokes on TV in the UK exclaiming 'ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY!!!!' complete with capitals and exclamation marks.
Lenten - Hi, sorry, didn't see your hail on the last post as I was down south annoying the Americans. Apparently they don't have Shreddies down there, which to me says that the Nabisco company aren't paying attention.
If memory serves me correctly (and where pubs are concerned of course, if memory does serve correctly then you've not been taking full advantage of the services)the Duke of Devon is a bit small for playing darts. Isn't that the one where they have actual leprechauns serving? Plus, now that I think about it, how the hell can someone be the Duke of DevonSHIRE?
The Duke of Dev is a shithole of a hostelry. My last word.
Sleepy,
If either schneewittchen (keep up the pressure on your southern border) or sassygril care to visit my slog-blog, they can contact me at,
seanogriobth@gmail.com
Hope you don't mind the presumption.
Schnee.. Didn't your Nan watch wrestling on Saturdays!!?? Hehehe..
The Duke Of Dev has TWO darts boards!
Sassy.. Ahh.. Molly.. It's like getting served by your Gran and there is NEVER any trouble!
Lenten.. No problem!
Schnee is a one woman hammer of the southern territories :-)
Lenten - thanks hon, will do!
Sleepy, we'll go and do some empirical research concerning the Duke of Dev when you return. BTW do you fancy going to the India for a tiffin? Menu looks truly interesting.
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