Weds.07.03.07. The weekend has passed with the usual muddled chaos at the Oak. Seven card Poker is the latest nocturnal activity with ‘Still waters’, Danny, bagging the £150.00 pot at 4.30am on Saturday morning, the knockout championship darts match is now in its fifth week with the honours being shared; the magnificent silver cup with the onyx base has not yet been claimed by either team, Chris has had a wok lesson from the Doc and Katie Brennan has still not pupped.
The marathon poker game was attended by Tracey’s Alan, Cockney Mick, Shaggy ‘Still Waters’, Ashey and the Doc. The basic premise of the game is that everyone throws £30.00 into the pot after which each contestant is given the same amount of chips. The last ‘dead man walking’ claims the entire wedge. Foxy ‘Still Waters’ Danny with equal amounts of dogged determination in addition to purposeful endurance, significantly also being, probably the least pissed, walked away with the big prize. The darts match is uniformly mind numbing. Lowtie and Chris are in a constant state of mutual competitiveness whether it is driven by historical truth or fiction, their diversely opposite opinionated views of modern culture, or their misunderstanding of global politics, are always in a continuous state of ‘agreeing to disagree’. This is the background of the Sunday afternoon darts match, which is scheduled to commence at 5.30, with two teams of three, comprising of one game of 501.
Every conceivable foul trick is employed by both sides in an attempt to distract the thrower: the ‘ocky’ becomes the bunker, the stocks, running the gauntlet, stepping up to throw can be likened to being beaten with strips of wet birch wood. Even with the protection of a plastic bubble the relentless jibing taunts effortlessly puncture the flimsy sanctuary. Each game usually lasting at least one hour concludes with both teams chasing ‘double one’. The silver cup is then paraded back to Roy castle corner, each victorious team accusing the other of ‘bad form’ or just plain cheating, interspersed by you ‘rogin’ josh’, Lowtie.
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