Fucking darts. . A big bloke from Fairlop was my 1st boss. No names. Started playing darts and if there was no one in the pubs where we were working I had to play him. Got pretty good but also got sick of the game. Me that is not him. He went on to become pretty good and made a lot, a fucking lot, of money. He reckons he put me in his book but the ghost writer left the bit out, especially the bit about me being the one who taught him to spell at the age of 36.
Still chat to him every Christmas on the dog and bone. Luvly fella.
Just like my dreams they fade and die.
But on the positive side..............
tassiehammer wrote: ↑Thu Jan 06, 2022 8:45 am
Fucking darts. . A big bloke from Fairlop was my 1st boss. No names. Started playing darts and if there was no one in the pubs where we were working I had to play him. Got pretty good but also got sick of the game. Me that is not him. He went on to become pretty good and made a lot, a fucking lot, of money. He reckons he put me in his book but the ghost writer left the bit out, especially the bit about me being the one who taught him to spell at the age of 36.
Still chat to him every Christmas on the dog and bone. Luvly fella.
tassiehammer wrote: ↑Thu Jan 06, 2022 8:45 am
Fucking darts. . A big bloke from Fairlop was my 1st boss. No names. Started playing darts and if there was no one in the pubs where we were working I had to play him. Got pretty good but also got sick of the game. Me that is not him. He went on to become pretty good and made a lot, a fucking lot, of money. He reckons he put me in his book but the ghost writer left the bit out, especially the bit about me being the one who taught him to spell at the age of 36.
Still chat to him every Christmas on the dog and bone. Luvly fella.
Did you decorate his Caravan as well ?
Helped him dig his swimming pool now the he has a lake!!
Just like my dreams they fade and die.
But on the positive side..............