Before I emigrated to Os in 66 I played darts every Saturday night at the Peveril of the Peak pub just off Oxford St before going off dancing to either the Ritz, Plaza, Locarno,or Belvue, We were 4 mates and one I could never beat at darts was Paul,untill one game I got a double, treble, and bull,in three darts.Ill never forget those three magic darts or the look on Pauls face.
Now I can throw with both hands.Sharpen your darts Buddie,Im comeing to get you!