BBT Penny

Anyone see that smile and scrunchy face thing she did at the end of the last us episode.  Man alive she’s just damnright gorgeous…

Wow... simply....wow

On the oche.

Despite practice, practice and more practice my darts is still at a complete failure level. at home I can bang in the scores (still can’t hit a double mind you) and almost get some consistency. Then I go down the pub, new board and settings the whole game goes to bits. I still won mind you but with scores like 40 and less, the odd stray arrow into the treble, a win on Friday night seems far away. Far far away

Intensity is the only way I know how to be competitive in pretty much anything I attempt to do.  Those who know me from times of old will know what I mean and darts is no exception.

I remember one such competition where I was put up against a bloke who on the practice board was banging scores of 100+ for fun.  He was my pick to win the competition.  All day my darts had been awful no matter how hard I tried and how long I practised my scores were beyond the realms of being a abysmal.

I think that day I practiced for about an hour at home, another hour SOLID down the local then then another solid 45 mintues at the event itself.

At no point did my darts get better, the arrows were still drifting in and out of beds as if I had been playing with an air conditioning problem (bdo darts reference there)  Before I knew it my time at the oche had arrived, pitched against the the bloke who was touted to decimate the competiton.

I honestly wish I could remember more about the game but the next 15 min past passed in a blurry bling of an eye and somehow I came out the winner.   I don’t remember much about the darts, scoring or the technique involved.  I do remember scoring that well that atone particular point where I stopped and did a double check and realised that I was on the finish.   Boom, arrows find their target for the leg and the next one.  Through to the next round, shocking pretty much everyone in the pub who had been watching what had been legendary arrows.  Not that I knew any of this being so far in the zone.

I believe it was a combination of sheer intensity on focus which helped me win the game.  Luck probably was there in the wings, looking on and seeing what was going on yet I don’t think that was the main winning strength.  If luck had been on my side my next match would of turned out a whole lot better rather than the crushing defeat.

There have been similar games and matches since that day where I believe I have only one just due to the sheer level of intensity and focus.  It;s off putting and I know it as my body languge reeks of confidence, an almost bullying demeanour, a steely determination throw each and every arrow straight, true and with purpose.  Sometimes it’s the aura which brings about a win not the skill itself but a win is a win.  This brings me nicely onto my problem. How do I bring myself to that level of intensity on demand?

Why must it be random?  Why must all attempts to play out of my skin meet in failure apart from that one very lucky day where it all comes together.

Is anybody out there has a recipe for consistency please get in touch

 

Alcatraz. Hmmm

Alcatraz. Hmm so take the x-files, lost and a government conspiracy and you have a show. Still way better than Terra nova

Not all past things are bad

Especially when you see someone you’ve not seen in a very long time. Smiling or not

Happy new year

Bloody hell. I wanted to start this new year blogging on a high, to not be bogged down wtih my shitty life crap and have something usefull / funny to contribute to the blog life style.

I failed.

At least this year I escaped parents saying happy new year. Thank lord but life then decieds thats the right oppertunitny to kick me in the balls.

2012 in so far.
0001 on Christmas day (aka boxing day) brakes fail on my car.
Boxing day. Running around no real crap to speak off.
Day after boxing day. WEll thats 75 quid spend on brakes for me car.
Day after the day after. 6 grand debt hits me that I;m not aware off.
For a few days all is quite
January 6th. Interview for a job
January 8th. Get informed I didn’t get job

All quiet till tonight where I offend a lass (big style and I hold my hands up), get bollokced by a darting team member, tell an old friend to fuck off and end up with 2 of the biggest blokes possible wanting to smash me in.

Yes, happy new year…..

Warmth.

It is simply wondrous thing to come back to a house that is warm. Even now as I wave goodbye to the midnight hour and the early morning dawns on me with that inevitability that once again sleep is going to leave me, for the first time in a very long time the house can’t be classed as warm.

This has taken some doing. Windows have had to be sealed and in some places using the silicon gel to stop any drafts. Let’s see what happens when the cold weather really hits and someone please remind me of this post when it does.

Headaches

Finally a night of no alcohol which is being much too long overdue.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I have a problem, but it’s more of an established pattern which leads me to have a drink pretty much most nights of the week. Also on a more positive note I have been swimming recently, in fact this morning where I managed to do 30 lengths and potentially could have gone on for longer.

So with all this in mind I’m still surprised I’m still in the complete shit of a mood

Hello world

I’m still going. That’s something :/)

The woman I want to marry

It finally happened. If there was ever a moment that i believe I would ever get married it happened tonight. Post analysis tomorrow.

Running out of cliches

It’s true. I’ve run out of famous cliches but o think today’s would have to be simply crestfallen.

In tesco on the phone and bump into the ex. That it itself was ok as we just swapped simple pleasantries and passed each other in the isle. Her little lad pops up and ask “who’s that mummy”. That’s just a touch heart breaking but kids grow up and mice on quick, I know this more than most with my life being what it was and is.

None the less till quite hard to hear it even though you know it’s coming.

As she leaves she doesn’t look back, that’s not her style, there’s a look from the outside in where I see something that almost looks like she’s lost. Yeah, before anyone says it I could be reading too much into it.

The final kicker of the day is that it’s
Obvious she’s looked after now with clothing and nice hair to boot pushing a very expensive pram. She walks to her brand new car.

So here I am in a beer garden, having a beer being attacked by wasps.

At the age of 34 I’m still where I was at 31. No job, never had a pay rise or a promotion ever.

Oh and a fly just landed in my Guiness.