Diary of a Darts Player with Andy Relf

NO darts last weekend, which was just as well, as I was invited to a ball down in Wales through my job.

We had a good night, and on the way home had arranged to meet up with my PDC pal, Justin Pipe. We headed down to Cheddar Gorge – the agreed meeting place, but I have to admit, I wasn’t impressed with my first view of it... it looked like a farm drive with a cattle grid! Good old sat nav technology had somehow sent us to somewhere about four miles from the real gorge. We had a great afternoon when we got to the right place, a nice lunch, and Pipey got beaten by wifey on the crazy golf course... I came last!

I’ve only played once this week in a competitive match. The Kings Head were away to league leaders, the Horam Inn. We had just managed to scrape a team together, with people away for various reasons.

In my game I was up against a character named John Brasier... strange bloke, named after an item of women’s underwear! Now I’ve known JB for a fair few years, but was surprised by his tactics: twice during the game I was kicked from behind as I was throwing. I don’t think he meant to, he just couldn’t steer his rapper’s giant gleaming white trainers very well. I managed a win without too many bruises. Another Horam player was given a beating by Hughie Weaver. we were the only two to win a leg!