First Blogstration
Well, here it is. I finally gave in to writing blogs. Thanks a lot, my peers, I hope you're happy!
And what nicer start to a hopefully glorious yet probably doom-bound blogging career than to write about something that has frustrated me last night. And...come to think of it, a lot of nights before as well.
Why is it that, when you have just spent approximately 45 minutes to an hour waiting for YOUR (and I emphasize this word) turn at a dartboard or pooltable (the former applies to last night's events) - waiting what seems eternally for a few stupid-looking yet somewhat too sturdy- looking guys who are NOT in a hurry AT all... even though you have, on numerous occassions indicated your intentions towards indulging in a nice, if somewhat competitive, game with one of my friends - when it IS finally actually really unbelievably YOUR (notice again the emphasis my new reader friends) turn.... another couple of your friends turn up. This, in effect, is not a bad development (I have yet to encounter a person who does not abide by the old maxim "The more, the merrier" - even though I can't escape the thought that most people hardly mean it when they say it; it usually has a more kind of "Well... if you really must, you can join, us... but we'd actually rather continue spending this date with the two of us, Tim( :-P)"- ring to it), if it weren't for the fact that these friends inevitably belong to one of the following categories. 1. They're too drunk to actually make a somewhat useful contribution to the game; 2. They've been bored out of their minds by the person (probably a blogger, too...) who spent the last two hours sitting next to them talking about absolute b*llocks - and are willing to do anything, excluding harakiri, to get rid of them. These persons have no real interest in the game and do little to create belief that they actually do - "Please don't make me go back to Pilchard over there!!" 3. Have never touched a dart (or pool cue) in their miserable lives but "would fancy giving it a go" (I hear a lot of people thinking "What kind of sports person are you if you don't support people and introduce them to the game you like/ love to do?" - Go f* ck yourselves. I'm not a darts clinic (nor am I claiming to be so good at darts that I could be a darts clinic. I have, however, spent enough hours at the practice board to tell prick over here to go buy his own dartboard and start practising at home himself. Come back when you can hit consecutive 20's).
Or a combination of the three.
These people, no matter their category, all seem to ignore the irrefutable fact that it is YOUR (yes, YOUR) turn, as well as the countless, frustrating-ridden and painstaking hours you've spent practising (not to mention re-plastering the unfortunate living room wall), no to mention the fact that they have no real interest or passion in the game. In fact, they always seem to succeed in making the game so boring and/or ridiculous, in the end you decide to give it up and carry on drinking with the original darts partner. You see where this is going, right? You have a couple more... you get drunk.... "Fancy a game of darts?"
And what nicer start to a hopefully glorious yet probably doom-bound blogging career than to write about something that has frustrated me last night. And...come to think of it, a lot of nights before as well.
Why is it that, when you have just spent approximately 45 minutes to an hour waiting for YOUR (and I emphasize this word) turn at a dartboard or pooltable (the former applies to last night's events) - waiting what seems eternally for a few stupid-looking yet somewhat too sturdy- looking guys who are NOT in a hurry AT all... even though you have, on numerous occassions indicated your intentions towards indulging in a nice, if somewhat competitive, game with one of my friends - when it IS finally actually really unbelievably YOUR (notice again the emphasis my new reader friends) turn.... another couple of your friends turn up. This, in effect, is not a bad development (I have yet to encounter a person who does not abide by the old maxim "The more, the merrier" - even though I can't escape the thought that most people hardly mean it when they say it; it usually has a more kind of "Well... if you really must, you can join, us... but we'd actually rather continue spending this date with the two of us, Tim( :-P)"- ring to it), if it weren't for the fact that these friends inevitably belong to one of the following categories. 1. They're too drunk to actually make a somewhat useful contribution to the game; 2. They've been bored out of their minds by the person (probably a blogger, too...) who spent the last two hours sitting next to them talking about absolute b*llocks - and are willing to do anything, excluding harakiri, to get rid of them. These persons have no real interest in the game and do little to create belief that they actually do - "Please don't make me go back to Pilchard over there!!" 3. Have never touched a dart (or pool cue) in their miserable lives but "would fancy giving it a go" (I hear a lot of people thinking "What kind of sports person are you if you don't support people and introduce them to the game you like/ love to do?" - Go f* ck yourselves. I'm not a darts clinic (nor am I claiming to be so good at darts that I could be a darts clinic. I have, however, spent enough hours at the practice board to tell prick over here to go buy his own dartboard and start practising at home himself. Come back when you can hit consecutive 20's).
Or a combination of the three.
These people, no matter their category, all seem to ignore the irrefutable fact that it is YOUR (yes, YOUR) turn, as well as the countless, frustrating-ridden and painstaking hours you've spent practising (not to mention re-plastering the unfortunate living room wall), no to mention the fact that they have no real interest or passion in the game. In fact, they always seem to succeed in making the game so boring and/or ridiculous, in the end you decide to give it up and carry on drinking with the original darts partner. You see where this is going, right? You have a couple more... you get drunk.... "Fancy a game of darts?"
posted by Tim Adank at 6:18 AM
5 Comments:
Erm, good you picked up the blogging but erm... no I don't fancy a game of darts because... well I most likely represent all three categories... XE
ja idd alle drie, drunk bored and incompetent... hihi
will not bother you by even suggesting a game of darts (or pool for that matter). Not sure if I belong to all three categorie (most likely do), but boring (as a person), boring and incompetent are sure to be right.
What is this "darts" you speak of...?
Laughing hysterically here. I enjoyed your blog...great to have you around!
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