Pub, Wallingford, South Oxfordshire- October 2003 - BADAss vs. Eric Bristow

BADAss #004 was minding his own business the other day & popped into a pub. Within he was shown a small poster; this poster was off Eric Bristow and he was coming to town! Was it a coincidence, or did Bristow KNOW BADASS WAS THERE?! We'll never know the answer, sadly.

Caviar Jonsson and The Optician get to the pub nice & early. Word has it that Eric, being a true professional, likes to get a solid hour's practice in before starting the show. Super evening for it

After an hour of tarting around there's still no sign of the bloke. We choose to go for a small curry nearby. And beers. As we leave the pub, currywards, who do we spy getting out of his car. WHO? It's Bristow, larger than life, quite literally. NB I had miss typed 'Literally' and the spell checker suggested 'Clitoral' - pretty sweet this Dreamweaver thing.

Caviar Jonsson almost 'going off' with anticipation. And curry

And that's what it takes to be the World No.1. Guiness, fags, shirts, arms, and a nose that really knows what it's doing

Several hours later it's time to shake hands. The Optician certainly didn't win any trophies... unless you count a big orange dog that he did win in the pub raffle. This made it tricky to get a taxi

Ex World #001, BADAss #002, BADAss #004.

Next time we'll be ready

It's not every day you get to throw darts with the ex World #1. Seemed like a nice enough bloke too. Plenty of showboating - Bristow requiring 96 throws double 16, double 16, double 16. F*cking hell Stan.

It's a life