Tuesday 23 September 2008

E is for evenin’ all




After four successful Dart Club events all within easy walking distance of the Finisher and the Bull’s glitzy West End offices, the pair thought it only fair to stage dartweek five a little farther a field. After all not everyone lives or works in London’s pretentious medialand.

However, the pair would not be sacrificing convenience just to keep uncool scratters happy, for the next pub of choice, even though, so far, the furthest away from the plucky duo’s swanky state-of-the-art Fitzrovia Noho workspace was still only 20 mins door to door.

It seems the commie scum tube drivers weren’t so bad after all, maybe they deserve a little extra cash. It can’t be easy keeping that long train on those thin rails, and do it in the dark.

BOOM, BOOM.

The next chosen venue was the Archery Tavern, a splendidly turned out boozer on Bathurst Street, which is dead easy to find, come out of Lancaster Gate tube station (on the Central Line – that’s the red one folks) turn left, follow the road round the corner, cross the six lanes of high speed London rush hour traffic, and it’s just up on the left, it’s got a picture of Robin Hood on the sign, and is opposite a curry house, which is almost certainly called the Taj Mahal.




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Sadly, it would seem that the Archery Tavern closed some time after Dart Club attended. The two incidents are not thought to be related. Although, never discount the power of darts.


From the outside it looks very welcoming with hanging baskets and a few benches, inside you’ll find a respectable boozer with friendly staff (about 30% Australian), serving HB – which on this occasion is not a pencil, but a strong British lager. It is the weakest lager available, the only other being wife beater!! With lager like that, DC5 was bound to be a cracker or dangerous. Or both.

There are a number of real ale type drinks and the usual collection of spirits, but none were sampled. They do food too, but Dart Club was on pork scratchings all night.

The boozer features a sizeable back room, complete with fruity, sky sports, some booths, a hatch through to the main bar, the gents and, of course, a dartboard – complete with picture of the great, although rather agoraphobic, ex-pro Scotch darter Jockey Wilson.

It's probably worth noting that the oche was bloody miles away from the board, as was proved when the Finisher lay on the floor and stretched his arms out, he was nowhere near the regulation 7’9” distance.

Also, whenever one of the pub’s friendly civilians went to take a leak, play was hindered. That said, it was a lovely board and the serving hatch to the main bar more than made up for it.

Also, a point of interest for you equestrian fans out there, and more for those of us who appreciate looking at posh birds in jodhpurs (and who doesn't?), the darts room looks directly out onto some stables.

As had become something of a habit at previous Dart Clubs, the Finisher and the Bull arrived early doors, probably about 17:30ish, the room was empty and the landlord had put up a handy sign telling the locals to fuck off.

The new game to be learned in the Archery Tavern was a darts variant of the classic long tedious car journey game, battleships, the game immortalised by an advert on telly that made it look quite cool, where players had electronic bits and LEDs and stuff and then one of the annoyingly sugar-faced kids wins and dad says “you sunk my battleship”.

But before the early 1980s LED powered battleships was invented, battleships did exist, both as a game and as a big ship thing that killed the Germans – it’s true my granddad told me (on both counts).

Maybe you missed out on the advert, perhaps you weren’t born in the early 1970s, maybe you had slightly bohemian parents so didn’t have a telly, or just Nazi parents that would only let you watch BBC, but surely you must have played this game.

Here is a quick re-cap: Both players have a grid ten by ten (mark across the top of the grid letters a-j and down the side numbers 1-10), in this grid each player must place their fleet (although do not show your opponent where you are placing your ships).





Don't mention the warI wish they'd invent the PlayStation



The fleet consists of five ships. An aircraft carrier, a battleship, a destroyer, a submarine and something else that no one can remember the name of.

Anyway, the carrier takes up five spaces, the battleship and destroyer four, the sub three and the one that no one can remember the name of two. Each player takes it in turn to call out a grid reference e.g. a1, for anyone without the simplest of maff brains out there, this would be the top leftest corner, j1 being top right, a10 bottom left and yes, yes, you’ve got it. Nice wun.

If the grid reference called out strikes a space containing any part of any of your opponent’s fleet (remember you can’t see where your opponent has put their ships) he should shout “hit”, bet you can’t guess what to shout if it’s a miss?

When a ship is sunk, i.e. all its spaces have been successfully hit, the vanquished admiral must shout out which ship has been sunk. The idea is to completely destroy your opponent’s fleet. Now, as you can probably appreciate, this would take forever on a dartboard, it’d also be very, very complicated and the best darts games, like most things in life (except puzzles) are the simplest.

In the darts version of battleships each player has only three ships, gone are the aircraft carrier and the destroyer. Like the original, the battleship takes four spaces, the sub three and the one no one can remember the name of takes two, players should mark down on a piece of paper which segments are their relevant ships.

Each player takes one dart at a time and goes for the board, if the dart lands in a bed occupied by an opponent’s ship the oppo should shout “hit”, like in the original.

In the one and only game of battleships played that night, the Bull broke with the habit of a lifetime and got closest to bull’s-eye with his marker dart, and then the Finisher failed to break the habit of a lifetime by losing the opening game in quite emphatic fashion.

His fleet, represented by 13,6 (the one no one can remember the name of), 3,16,19,7 (the battleship) and 9,11,8 (the submarine) were sunk before he could even get off the mark.

If the Bull were a famous person from history he would probably be Sir Walter Raleigh. Although, he was more a bowls man apparently.

As the pair played battleships they were joined by a new member to Dart Club, indeed he represented another first, since the Kosh also represented the long arm of the law.

This could go one of two ways. Dart Club are (so far) by and large law abiding types, although you can almost guarantee that they have all broken the law on numerous occasions, probably quite a few during the last week. And it really doesn’t matter whether a copper is off-duty. For most people the merest sight of a rozzer walking down the street brings them out in a cold sweat and makes them look as guilty as sin.

Police officers must go through life thinking everyone has just that minute been up to no good, and just seen them in time. It must be quite galling seeing all those guilty faces and having no grounds upon which to arrest them.

Thankfully, the Kosh seemed like a decent bloke and what’s more he was not wearing a uniform, so no doubt dart clubbers would treat him like a human being.

However, the Finisher had been warned that the Kosh was a copper, so when the Kosh walked in the Finisher looked for all the world as though he’d just mugged the barman and tried to pinch the telly off the wall.

The Kosh, however, was more concerned by the attire of the two darters, the Finisher was wearing a 1960s style Nottingham Forest jersey, while the Bull was decked out in a 2001 Chelsea strip, with the word Pratt across the shoulders, for some inexplicable reason.

“’Ello, ‘ello, ‘ello, what’s going on ‘ere?” said the Kosh.




The KoshEllo, ello, ello


Well he didn’t really, but he might have done for comedy copper purposes. The football jerseys were in honour of Lancaster Gate.

For most people Lancaster Gate means West London nowheresville, there’s a massive hotel and it’s right opposite Kensington Gardens, it’s quite nice, but nothing special. However, for some it will conjure up memories of standing around in playgrounds huddled around a tranny listening to the FA Challenge Cup draw.

They were simpler times back then. When tranny was short for transistor radio. It’s odd though because as times moved on from radio to television, as did the draw for the FA Cup, the expression TV was born, this is surely too much of a coincidence and points the finger fairly and squarely at some sort of cross-dressing media conspiracy.

But in a way, the members of Dart Club would be doing some cross dressing of their own that night, as they each donned a different football jersey for the special Dart Club FA Challenge Cup.

As with the footballing equivalent, the darts competition that night would be an unseeded straight knock-out tournament, with a fresh draw being made before each round.

Dart Club was due to receive 16 darters that night, which would have made for a first round knock-out, a quarter final, a semi- and a grand final. Eight of the usual suspects showed up: the Finisher, the Bull, Danny Boy, the Clinician, the Specialist, the Black Bomber, the Fire and the Bubble.

While six newcomers came: the Kosh, the Wire, the Wrist, Canada’s the Mountie (he always gets his man), the Sting and the Destroyer.



Dart Club mills about awaiting the FA Cup draw



The total number of darters was 14, which necessitated a couple of byes in the opening round of the cup draw, so it looked like this:

Bubble v Black Bomber
Sting v Mountie
Kosh v Wrist
Danny Boy v Specialist
Fire v Finisher
Wire v Clinician
Bye v Destroyer
Bye v Bull

If Match of the Day had choosen to feature one of the games as its main event, it would probably have gone something like this…..

CUE MUSIC (if you have a copy of the sound track of Match of the Day, put it on. If you don’t have a copy, you can get a CD with TV show soundtracks on it, the Specialist has one). Or just sing along to yourself.

Bab-bab-bab, baaab-bab-bab-bab-bab-bab, bab-baaaab-bab-bab-bab-bab etc…etc…

Gary Linekar: “Good evening all and welcome to what promises to be a very special show. With me in the studio adding their usual blend of insightful punditry for tonight’s Match of the Day are Dart Club’s very own the Bull and the Finisher. Good evening.”
The Bull and the Finisher: “Good evening.”

Gary: “Tonight’s main game features two of Dart Club’s leading lights. Danny Boy currently sits in second place according to the Dart Club Ranking System with a staggering 112 points, compared to the Specialist who, with 56 points, is in fifth place. On paper it looks quite straightforward. The Bull, how do you think things will shape up out on the oche at the Archery Tavern?”




Arsenal play in red because Forest lent them a kit once.
Where did it all go wrong?



The Bull: “Yeah, the maff says Danny Boy is twice as good as the Specialist. But at this level there is no such thing as a good player. It’s a tough call, I’d expect to see Danny Boy come through in the end, but I would never discount the Specialist, he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the time, and sometimes you need that kind of passion.”
The Finisher: “I hear what you’re saying the Bull. But like Phil ‘the Power from the Potteries’ Taylor says, darts is 90% in your head. On the big stage I really can’t see the Specialist holding it together for long enough to check out. I’d say his best bet is to try and hold out for penalties.”

Gary: “It looks like you two are nearly agreeing on something. Just to play devil’s advocate. I quite fancy the Specialist to take this one. It’s the cup after all and you should never discount the magic of the cup. So without further ado we’ll join John Motson and Trevor Brooking who have oche-side seats at Lancaster Gate’s famous Archery Tavern.”

In the event, like most big-billed over-hyped games, neither player really asserted himself. There was clearly too much at stake. As expected Danny Boy raced into the lead and was within sight of a double top exit after 21 darts, he fluffed it scoring three and leaving himself needing 37.

The Specialist had picked up a pub score along the way, earning himself crucial Dart Club Ranking System points, but he was nowhere near finishing yet. Danny Boy scored a one and left himself requiring double 18. Now the Specialist had started to catch up, indeed while Danny Boy was pissing around scoring four points in six darts, the Specialist had notched a 90 pointer bringing himself down from 107 to 17 in one fell swoop.

However, this still wasn’t a finish. Danny Boy struck out again, hitting the 20, he now required double eight. The Specialist scored nine, leaving double four for the game and the first upset in the cup.

Danny Boy bust out on double eight and the Specialist hit the double four. The underdog had come through. This would do his Dart Club Ranking no harm at all.

The other featured tie of the round, the Bubble v the Black Bomber, was no better in terms of quality, but it lacked no less drama.

The Black Bomber showing his class and expereince raced into an early lead, but when it came down to the wire he simply could not finish. This would be no repeat of his previous high at the Lyric in dartweek three.

In the end the game went to penalties. Which is a variant on nearest to 25/bull

Penalties explained

Player one throw one dart with the intention of hitting 25/bull. If he fails player two attempts the same. If neither player hits 25/bull, the player whose dart is closest to 25/bull earns what ever points his arrow is embedded in. P1 then shoot again, once more if he fails to hit 25/bull P2 gets to throw a dart. Again, if neither hits the 25/bull a note is made of the bed that the player whose dart is closest to 25/bull lies in. A third and final penalty dart is then taken. Again if neither has hit the 25/bull to snatch the victory, then note down who went closest and into which bed their arrow landed. The winner is the person with the highest accumulated score (you only score if you are closer to 25/bull).

After explaining the concept of penalties a few times to the Dart Club masses, both players took to the oche. The Black Bomber was up first (since he had originally been closest to bull at the beginning of the match).

In the end the Black Bomber hit the 25 with his first dart so went through….

In the final few games of Match of Day, where the highlights tend to feature goals and near misses, and maybe the odd sending off, the Finisher beat the Fire, the Clinician beat the Wire, the Mountie (he always gets his man) beat the Sting, and the Wrist beat the Kosh. So The quarter finals looked like this:

Destroyer v Mountie (he always gets his man)
Bull v Finisher
Clinician v Specialist
Wrist v Black Bomber

Should Match of the Day choose to cover the quarter finals it would have to find two new studio guests, because the tie of the round saw the Bull take on the Finisher, a date with destiny that, no doubt, both players would rather have avoided until the final.

In the event this game, like so many crucial games where avoiding the loss is more important than winning, went to penalties, neither player hit a 25/bull with any of their three darts, but the Finisher was consistently more accurate so accumulated enough points to go through the semi final.

The other intriguing tie of the round featured the Clinician and the Specialist. The match was pretty tight but in the end the Specialist could not pull of a repeat performance of his earlier underdog success and it went the way of the Clinician with Phil Taylor’s favourite outshot a double 18.

The Mountie (he always gets his man) needed to take his game with the Destroyer to penalties in order to make the semis, and newcomer the Wrist beat old timer the Black Bomber in another fairly close run match. The draw for the semi-final was made, it looked like this:

Wrist v Mountie (HAGHM)
Clinician v Finisher

The cup final was guaranteed to feature a newcomer and guaranteed to feature an old hand. It’s at this stage in the competition that both matches would get equal coverage on Match of the Day, although the glamour tie was clearly the Clinician v the Finisher. The first match saw the two unknowns take to the oche, the Mountie and the Wrist.

Both new comers were slow out of the blocks, after nine darts neither player had managed to register 100 points. After a whopping 27 darts the Wrist has sealed victory with a double 12 (for the record, the Mountie required double 13, unlucky for some, unlucky for him).

Now Dart Club licked its lips in anticipation of the thought of Dart Club Ranking System’s numbers one v three. Surely the crowd in the Archery Tavern would not be disappointed.

After nine darts (the magic number, the fewest darts a player needs to check out from 501) the Clinician had scored 78, and the Finisher was only marginally better.

After six more darts the Finisher found himself requiring double eight to ensure a place in the final, while the Clinician was still on 145.

But the Finisher’s finish had deserted him, successfully busting out on the next four turns, while the Clinician had slowly but surely caught up taking the game with double four.

So it was, the grand final of the Dart Club FA Challenge Cup looked like this:

Clinician v Wrist

There was a lot at stake, not just the £10 trophy, not just the Dart Club Ranking System points, not just the £24 prize money. There was the pride of two cities at stake. The Clinician supports Notts Forest, while the Wrist supports Derby County. Two footballing backwaters from the East Midlands whose former glories are long behind them, but whose hatred and rivalry for one another is still as strong and pointless as ever.




Quick one off the Wrist


That said, the Clinician v the Wrist was a bit like Liverpool v Wimbledon in the 1982 FA Cup. Both players deserved to be there, but one had heritage and was expected to win, while the other was an unknown entity, and a sheepshagger to boot.

Surely in the Archery Tavern, a pub featuring Robin Hood on its sign, we’d see the Forest man prevail?

In the event it was a completely uninspiring match, that dragged and dragged with neither player managing finish on a double the game went to penalties.

It’s never a great way to settle things, but Dart Club needed to fit in a 501 challenge. So at the first FA Challenge Cup Dart Club virgin the Wirst, took his total to played five, won five. He might not have had the heritage (or indeed the tikka tinged fake tan) of the Clinician, but he was better at getting nearer to the 25/bull.




The Wrist is victorious


Could he win the 501 challenge? No, thank God. That honour went to the one and only Danny Boy, who clearly had a lot to prove after his humbling round one exit. He scooped the £70 and it couldn’t have happened to a nicer darter.




A tikka-tinged Clinician and Danny Boy


So had the evening’s extravagances altered the Dart Club Ranking System table? Well, yes, although not terribly dramatically…. A new dartist broke into tenth place and some of the players near the bottom shuffled about a bit. The Finisher by dint of some sexy merit point darts meanwhile managed to stay in the number one spot, despite losing the novelty game of battleships, getting knocked out of the FA Cup and failing to win the 501 challenge.











1 (1)Finisher241 (165)
2 (2)Danny Boy145 (112)
3 (3)Clinician93(85)
4 (4)Bull83(72)
5 (5)Specialist72(56)
6 (8)Black Bomber47 (29)
7 (6)Animal44 (44)
8 (7)Darkness43 (43)
9 (10)Bubble30 (21)
10 (-)Wire26 (-)


The top five are the only five dartists to have attended all the Dart Clubs thus far. While all competitors improved on their totals (the Finisher’s total improved most, largely due to the three 100s and one 120 scored in the Archery Tavern. The Black Bomber jumped two places to number six, leap-frogging the Animal and the Darkness, who sadly could not make it because he was listening to Leonard Cohen records and slitting his wrists.

The Bubble climbed one place, and the Sidewinder (the only dartette to break into the top ten – with 25 points) was ousted by newcomer the Wire, who despite not being as successful as the Wrist in the Dart Club FA Challenge Cup accrued more Ranking System points by getting to the pub earlier and playing more games. (For the record the Wrist is 12th with 20 points.) So far 31 different people have attended Dart Club.

The only attendee at the Archery Tavern who failed to throw a single dart was Bouncer from Neighbours, whose lack of opposable thumbs would probably hold back darts career.




The Fire pets Bouncer (out of Neighbours)

Wednesday 10 September 2008

D is for the Dart Club Ranking System©






With Friday the 13th safely out of the way the Bull and the Finisher could relax. But in darts there is no room for complacency. Success in darts, as in life, requires competition. It really is a case of survival of the fittest. Don’t dart what you can’t finish, or so the saying goes.

Dart Club may have survived a Friday the 13th, but Lady Luck is a cruel temptress. The voodoo hoodoo of what actually turned out to be a not-so jinxed night in the Lyric had a hangover waiting in the wings. Like the after shock of an earthquake it hit Dart Club hard. The next chosen boozer, the Duke of York, which is at the bottom of on Rathbone Street, had replaced its dartboard with the evil golf machine video game thing.

A golf machine.

Just look at that small sentence, sitting up there all smug. Does it make you sick? It should.

“….er where’s the dartboard?” asked the Bull.
“We’ve replaced it with a golf machine,” came the response from yet another witless Aussie barman.
“Strewth, yer flammin gallah,” the Bull might have said, were it not for the fact that he could see perfectly well that there was no longer a dartboard and had exited the pub before Bruce Breadthief could pipe up the bleedin’ obvious.

It was like the Red Lion all over again, only worse. Golf video game things have no place in London pubs. Fact.

Walking down Rathbone Place the Bull and the Finisher entered three more public houses without success before finally stumbling across the Bricklayer’s Arms, which sits pretty on Gresse Street (just off Rathbone Place, which is just off Oxford Street – come out of Tottenhamhotspur Court Road tube station, walk towards Oxford Circus and Rathbone Place is second on the right.

The pub itself features some nice benches outside, pub grub, an upstairs bar area and best of all, a little back room with a lovely dartboard. The gents toilet is close to hand, so no need for scrambling down steep steps like in the Lyric, the bar staff are about 50 per cent Australian, but don’t let that spoil your night. The beers are German. And very reasonably priced.

Unlike Richard at the Lyric, the Bricklayer’s Arms landlord wanted more than our word that Dart Club would show up, fill the place and drink solidly. Which was a trifle cheeky considering the Bull and the Finisher’s presence in the bar that day had doubled his attendance figures that lunchtime. Still, the co-chairmen couldn’t take the risk of organising a Dart Club and then finding the oche busy. The Bull placed down 50quid of his own money to book the room for the following Wednesday.

The emailed invites were sent out. The co-chairmen were feeling smug. Complacent even. But as has already been pointed out to you the eagle-eyed reader, there is no place for complacency in darts. Because although Friday the 13th’s hex had replaced a perfectly serviceable dartboard with a golf machine at the Duke of York, it had just one more trick up its evil sleeve. Communism. And nothing is more evil.

The Trotskyite tube drivers announced that they intended to have a day off on strike the Wednesday that Dart Club had just booked the boozer. It was unusual that the Tube workers had called the strike because the weather forecast wasn’t that good.

“Fuck ‘em” said the Finisher, in his inimitable unintimidatable style, “If we have Dart Club, the darters will come.


But on this occasion the Finisher was wrong. Dart Club is not Field of Dreams starring Kevin Costner. It would be ridiculous to expect people to make it to London’s glitzy West End without use of the Tube. DC would have to be moved.

“I don’t like Mondays”, sang a mealy mouthed Bob Geldolf in his youth, well perhaps if he’d played a bit more darts he might cheer up. Monday night’s alright for darts. DC would be brought forward two days.

Thankfully the landlord at the Bricklayer’s is a nice bloke and was happy to swap the booking, a more sinister type would have put two and two together and realised that the only way to ensure any drinkers on Wednesday night would be to insist that the Bull honour his pledge to fill the back room with heavy drinkers all night, leveraging his 50quid deposit.

One word. Naïve. Another word. Nice.

But before the Dart Club chairmen could sit back, relaxed and look forward to another successful Dart Club, more disaster struck. The dim-witted Bull suddenly realised what he was sacrificing for the hastily re-arranged Dart Club – a box seat at the west London derby between Fulham and the MIGHTY BLUES CHELSEA. Sheepishly he had to ring his Fulham supporting uncle and explain that he would have to pass because he was “playing darts”.

Uncle Bull was slightly bemused at first, not quite sure of his nephew’s priorities. But when the full majesty of the Dart Club blueprint was made clear to him, he fully understood the decision and vowed to come along to the next outing. And besides, the game finished nil all in the end. So the Bull didn’t miss anything.

Continuing the American themed darts variant games, the game to be played at the Bricklayer’s Arms was baseball. Now baseball, as your dad would rightly say on this occasion, is just like rounders – the game made famous by girls in the playground shouting “rounder, rounder, rounder” while the stocky tom-boy girl (for she was the only one capable of striking the ball with any sort of conviction) ran around the hopelessly small square-shaped diamond.

As with almost all popular American sports, baseball players get to wear quite cool outfits and have quite cool names, however, there is no getting away from the fact that baseball is a bit soft. Baseball-darts is not soft though, oh no. It is very manly.

As with the real thing, darts baseball consists of nine innings. That’s pretty much where the similarities end, although the dart game does use some of the same vernacular as the bat and ball game.

It is really a two player only game. One player is the batter and one the pitcher (that’s American for bowler). Players choose who is who in the usual closest to bull’s-eye fashion. The pitcher then has three throws to hit the 25/bull – if successful the batter is struck outski, then the roles are reversed. If the pitcher fails to register a 25/bull, he must remove all but the last dart and allow the batter three darts. The batter can score a home run in two ways: With any one of his three darts the batter must hit the 25/bull. Or, rather than hitting the 25/bull, he should hit the last bed that the pitcher landed in (which should be obvious, since the pitcher should have left his final dart in the board).

If the batter has taken the second option, and successfully hits the final bed of the pitcher, he must then hit one, two and three with three darts. NOTE: it ain’t all over for the batter if he fails to hit one, because with his second dart he needs to hit double one, then go for three, if he fails to hit double one he can go for treble one. If the batsman fails to get a home run, it is strike one. If the batter fails to get a home run three times, he is out – i.e. three strikes and you are out.

The winner is the player who scores the most home runs. If after nine innings the scores are level, it comes down to that old devil – nearest to bull wins.

This is a game of bull and as such, one would expect the Bull to cruise to an easy victory in the opening game of the fourth Dart Club meet. However, for the fourth week running, the Finisher was closest to bull’s-eye to start the game. But darts, like many sports, with the possible exception of sprinting, is a marathon.

Since baseball really is a game of seeing who can hit bull’s-eye more often than the other it makes statistical analysis of who scored what points a bit redundant, since points don’t mean shit.

It wasn’t until the sixth innings that things started to hot up. Although, perhaps ‘hot up’ is the wrong phrase to use. Things certainly started to get warmer. The Bull got a home run or homer as they are known in the States.

Then the Bull went and got another homer in the seventh, putting him two up, with only two more innings to go, surely he would take the opening game for the third week running?

But no, the Finisher scored a homer in the eighth, edging back into the game, only to see his fight back quashed with a homer from the Bull putting him 3-1 up going into the ninth.

Surely this time it was all over?

Never write off the Finisher though, unless it’s towards the end of the night and his eyes have glazed over. Thankfully for the Finisher the chairmen were playing darts baseball early doors and like some sort of phoenix from the flames, he scored two home runs in the ninth and pitched the Bull clean out, levelling things at 3-3.

Phewee, it was actually quite exciting after all. Especially for the Bull who bucked the trend of darts lifetime and went closest to the bull sealing the game and his third opener on the bounce and answering his critics in the most emphatic of bull’s-eye hitting fashion.

You see, the Bull had started to be questioned on why he had his nom de plume when the bull’s-eye seemed to figure so rarely in his 301 breakdowns (although no one questions the Finisher when he is trying to hit double one for the umpteenth time, and no-one has asked the Specialist just what he specialises in yet). But a game like baseball is just the kind of right to reply he needed.

The rest of the evening consisted largely of 301s, although one game of American cricket was played, in which the Specialist and Darkness clocked up the biggest ever Dart Club total so far with 420 points, toppling the Finisher’s 398 from dartweek two at the Champion. The vanquished pair, Danny Boy and the Sidewinder, managed to score 245. However, a high scoring game of American cricket is like a quick game of chess where the players sacrifice pieces without really knowing why or caring. It is the trench warfare of darts games. In short, it is bad form.




The Specialist has got the X Factor


There then followed a massive 15 more games of 301, featuring four Dart Club debutantes, the Fire, the Shy, the Snowman and Uncle Sam.

Uncle Sam became the first visitor from across the pond to grace Dart Club. And he had the audacity to win a game. Honestly, they come over here, all nylons and fancy ways and then they have the bare-faced cheek to win the most British of games of all (except American cricket, American football and baseball). Although, ironicaliciously enough Uncle Sam was victorious in 301 (partnered, for the record, by the Sidewinder).

Darter of the night, however, was without a doubt the Finisher, who managed his second ten dart 301 finish leaving his opponent, the Darkness, on 179 at check out. He also scooped 60quid in the 501 play-off challenge. According to Dart Club rule two, the money was immediately ploughed back into Dart Club. Dart Club, having learnt a lesson from last time's close shave at the Lyric, very sensibly held the 501 challenge at the early doors time of 21:00, leaving enough time to buy a round. Then carry one playing 301.

Now, you the reader may be losing track of just who is a Dart Clubber and who is just a fly-by-night fair weather dartist, a lot of silly names have made it into the blog so far and you, no doubt, will have spotted some of the regulars.




The Bubble is coining it inOoooh Danny Booooy!





What the fuck is the Animal doing?



You may also be finding it difficult to follow just who scores what, you might not even care who scores what – you might just be using the blog as a guidebook to new as yet unlearnt darts games, or maybe even a guide blog to pubs in central London. But it was eluded to in the previous chapter that numbers are everything in darts, plus if there was no statistical stuff it’d be a short blog. There has been plenty of statistical analysis along the way, but sometimes it can be difficult to see the wood for the trees.

Now, mathematical fuck-wits the co-chairmen may be, but they do have a keen sense of what is right and wrong. As has been pointed out before, darts is a numbers game, so it should be a fairly straight forward task to develop some sort of quantitative ranking system. After four Dart Club meets, enough statistics had been accumulated to sort the men from the boys. It was for that reason and also to prove to the Bull that he was a finer arrowsmith, that the Finisher developed the patented Dart Club Ranking System©. Points would be awarded for Dart Club loyalty, attendances at the oche and the subsequent successes and merit points for ‘sexy darts’, as shown below:

Dart Clubs attended = 1pt
n01 singles played = 1pt
n01 singles won = 2pts
n01 doubles played = 2pts
n01 doubles won = 1pt
501 challenges played = 3pts
501 challenges won = 5pts
Non-n01 games played = 1pt
Non-n01 games won = 2pts

Merit Points for Sexy Darts

170 exit = 70pts
Three dart exit = 10pts
Bull’s-eye exit = 8pts
Double top exit = 5pts
Double 1 exit = 1pt
Pub Score = 1pt
Bull’s-eye = 1pt
A 180 = 50pts
A 160 = 40pts
A 140 = 30 pts
A 120 = 20pts
A 100 = 10pts

When the Finisher tabled the idea of the Dart Club Ranking System©, giving the Bull ample opportunity to amend the point scoring system, the Bull gave him the thumbs up. However, when the Bull saw the Dart Club Ranking System© results he was less than happy. And little wonder, because after four Dart Clubs a clear rift had already developed. For the record, and without the need of going into meaningless statistical analysis regarding averages and accuracy coefficients, here is the Dart Club Top Ten according to Dart Club Ranking System points earned.












1Finisher165
2Danny Boy112
3Clinician85
4Bull72
5Specialist56
6Darkness43
7Animal42
8Black Bomber29
9Sidewinder25
10Bubble21


The goal-posts had been set, which brings up the fifth rule of Dart Club.

The fifth rule of Dart Club is never, ever question the validity of the Dart Club Ranking System.

After four Dart Clubs 25 happy darters had played a part. Five people had a 100 per cent attendance record (the Finisher, Danny Boy, the Clinician, the Specialist and the Bull). Those five darters make up the top five places, proving that loyalty and practise are the two most important things in darts.

The other most important things in darts are Merit Points for Sexy Darts. Without the Finisher’s 140 and two 120s to fall back on he would have 95 and Danny Boy would lead the hit parade. However, the Finisher does have the sexiest darts so far (including no less than eight Pub Scores) and so is head and shoulders above the chasing pack.