[b]AS[/b] part of my military training many, many beards ago I was sent to a summer boot camp in the far reaches of Northumberland. This consisted largely of early doors reveille, plenty of porridge and lots of competitive sport (footy, podex and cross country running). We were also required to keep our bell tents spotlessly tidy. Anything less than perfection after the daily inspection and you were in trouble, with the punishment varying between being staked out in the middle of the night by rope and tent pegs or simply being lobbed naked into the nearby stream.
It didn’t do me any harm, however, and I embraced the thing to such an extent that they asked me back to run the whole shebang in years to come. One could say the poacher had become gamekeeper.
[b]HELLO[/b], good morning and welcome to my blog. “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get,” said Forrest Gump, who is my third favourite film character after Ralph ‘Papa’ Thorson and Nigel Tufnel. To be fair to Gump, he was only paraphrasing his mother and he was a credit to himself, his family and his country.
We could all learn a lot from him.
Betting, however, is nothing like a box of chocolates. You either win, in which case you can eat what you like, or you lose, in which case it’s back on the salad cream sandwiches. I don’t know about you, my followers, but I’ve never had a salad cream-flavoured truffle. It’s doubtful even a certain Mr W Wonka would create such an abomination.
I digress. Tonight’s darts offers some incredible...