That's not what Dave told me when I was playing darts with him in Eccles/Monton. I didn't say it - I typed it
damn it's a fair cop guv'nor (to be read in a generic london accent, as they all support united down 'ere in the smoke) I denounce any knowledge of the bloke; who for legal reasons I will refer to as "Dave 1", ergo from here on in I will no longer use his name in any form to gain any credibility, in the form of banter or casually having a "laugh". may I take this opportunity to apologise to the aforementioned Dave 1 for any grief I may or not caused him and his immediate family & friends...... ....except for his sister Davina, who I ask to meet me after hours at the Bluebell pub, Monton, so I can bash 'er back doors in under the dart board - just left of the bogs! .... there's scampi in basket, my shout, if she turns up! but leave the sloth at home.
There is. They just put it away when you come in Barnesy, they don't want darts lying around incase you hurt yourself There is infact 2 dart boards - Dave told me.
I think you may have your wire crossed (you only have one). I've never been to Swansea and I don't like Manchester as a place really. It lacks soul.
Never been to the Casino, the Ritz, or Belle Vue, Twisted Wheel then Red? Where's me tablets? nurse! bedpan!
I once met Dave he was a cross between Noel Edmunds and lionel Ritchie albeit he had three arms and pork chops for hands.. He definitely couldn't play darts though was extremely proficient on the drums..
