The start...

Hello everyone,

Thought i'd get stuck into writing a blog, as i like writing and i'm often at a loose end counting down the seconds of time. Well it almost went tits up trying to sort it out. When registering you have to type in that code, to prove your are human, but it was bloody impossible! I must have had 6 or 7 attempts and kept on fucking it. All the letters were blurred and squiggly and i almost gave up, but here i am....perhaps the administrator felt sorry for me.

I'm playing in a darts tournament tonight. I'm playing with Don, and we've done it twice before with little success. Darts is one of those games where you are one of two types of players.
1. you try and play it properly, the way it should be played, by going for the treble 20, but invariably you hit a 1 or 5. Though when you hit the 20 you feel like a Van Barneveld or a Power Taylor.
2. You just throw it with your eyes closed, launching it like a javelin, hoping for the best and somehow fluke a random treble 13, where the 2 other darts lay folornly on the floor having rebounded off the wall above the board.

Well me and Don fall into catergory 1. However we've been undone by people in category 2. It can take weeks to get over it, though we have both agreed that 4-5 pints is where optimun form is reached so hopefully we'll have more joy tonight.

Aside from Darts i have been in the process of setting up a practical joke ready for April fools to play on a guy at work. Me and one of the young lads on work experience have devised a letter to send to to the said receiver of the prank, claiming that as one of the lucky e-guides he has won £2000 to buy e-learning equipment for the company he works at. It all sounds very far fetched, but we have got logos from the company off the internet so the letter looks convincing-ish.

Most practical jokes in the past proved to be very successful. One in particular resulted in myself and my uni friend jamie buying a kipper from the local convenience store. After letting it soak in the sun, with all the juices secreting i watched Jamie lug it from outside in the courtyard through the tiniest gap in Paul's window to excatly where his bed would be. 2 days later, Paul returned from his weekend away to find the kipper, a soaked matress and bed sheets that stunk to high heaven.

Oh well, i'm off to get ready for another nerve wracking afternoon listening to QPR, relying simply on 2 distant voices to provide a decent reflection on what is happening....