Mulroney's lawn shot is wondrous to behold. Harkens back to the legacy champs' in '53 when Gladwrymple took the ring and absolutely set the lawn alight despite the last moment substitution of Derbyshire who was known to be quite marginal at critical fringing! The trio absolutely pulled a blinder with the victory over Wings... ahh, but that's history.
When I was stationed at RAF Upper Heyford (84-87), I took quickly to darts. It was entertaining to see nationally competitive darts on the 'telly' with the flags of the Irish, the Scots, the French, and everyone else. People were waving flags on one hand and a pint on the other.
Just like 'Gooooooooaaaaaaaal...!!!' for 'football', it was an exuberant 'One hundred and eigtyyyyyyyyyy...!!!' from the announcers for whenever three darts hit the triple 20s. And that is when the cheering and flag waving. Back then, there were just as much pint spilled as drank.
Steel...Not the plastic darts crap I see so often today.
Darts is the near perfect pub activity to be with good friends, get drunk, and give friendly competition. I miss it so much.
We tried playing this in high school. My bus pass read "Squamish team" ( as did much of the Marching Band's, since the Bus passes for late routes specified "Sport" in the reason to be on the late buses. Literally a form that read, " name" & a blank, "sport" & a blank. )
It is intentionally unplayable, as written. Like Fizbin, people will try.
Then again.... On topic. Croquet. We play this in camp every year, it being a Medieval game. We've played it with servants serving champagne, and a combat variant where the decision to "send" another's ball is determined by Single Combat by chosen Champions. Sword & shield, polearms, full contact armored combat. Played on the battlefield at The Pennsic War.
Perhaps the only Croquet game that schedules an ambulance to play, as a safety precaution.
Hi Roderick, I was stationed at RAF Lakenheath (81-84). I enjoyed how the pubs there were like being in a friends living room not a noisy bar. I threw darts 3 or 4 hours every day. Snooker was my favorite game there. I got real deep into the local RC racing too. The motorcycle riding was like no where else back then. I scheduled my leave so that I would double the days off with scheduled days off. Spent 8 months on vacation in England. I had it made. Drove an XJ6,750 Kaw, and XL250. Had a maid, and the milk man delivered. A carton of cigarettes was $3.10. I was in charge of 33 guys that were all on top of their game. What a wonderful life. I enjoyed the cold war.
1950's Cold War stories from Germany.... The USAF practice altitude was restricted to not scare the cows. The Brits didn't have restrictions, " because they didn't want the Germans to forget who won".
Family friend was a B-29/B-50 bombadier. They sent B-29 to England in March, 1944, to fool the Germans they were going to be used in Europe. ( and conceal that they weren't )
When the commander at the Anglia airfield, ( Prestwick? ) complained that they didn't have a hanger big enough to conceal the Suoerfortress from aerial photography, they had to explain they didn't want to hide them. The Brits then spread rumours in the local pubs they were going to convert to B-29s, to give German air defense planners fits. ( flew higher than most anti aircraft guns could reach