This is not one of my favorite articles about darts, but hey who am I if I can bear up under a little houmor....
December 31, 2006
John Aizlewood
From its rowdy crowd to its pot-bellied practitioners, darts has never strayed too far from its drinking, smoking pub roots
I AM - in the interests of research, of course - eating a steak and kidney pie. It is not just any pie. It is a "luxury pie" and, with a few formerly frozen French fries, it has cost me £3.50. Needless to say, it is no more a "luxury" pie than Mr Byrite is a "luxury" clothes emporium, but, claggy crust notwithstanding, it is edible.
Welcome to the Circus Tavern, Purfleet, and the Ladbrokes.com Professional Darts Corporation World Darts Championship, which is not to be confused with the distinctly inferior Professional Darts Championship, which begins in Frimley Green on Saturday.
The Sunday Times: Game of blood, sweat and beers
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