|  Right, our man in Hampshire arranges the pre match looseners at BADAss Peaks. Everyone's understandably nervous - it's a big day ahead of us
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|  Men like fire
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|  Men like smoke
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|  Men like sausages
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|  Men REALLY like sausages
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|  After that little lot, it's time to settle down for a bit & get ourselves in the mood for it
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|  So, everything in place, we magic ourselves away to the Never Never Land* of darts
*(Never eat anything that's been on the floor there)
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|  Matador gets his little fella out for all to see, firm and shiny, and a touch pungent
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|  He's on a role. See William 'Are there any Jews in?' Fitz-Morris try to touch his little fella, right on the tipsy
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|  Crikey give it a rest man, you'll fray the end
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|  And....... relax. We settle for a balcony view, the upper ground giving us some protection from a crowd that somehow seem to have managed to drink more than us
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|  For example, this chap has most likely sank a few crates, single handedly
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|  Meanwhile, Tubby Fitz-Morris whips the crowd up into the lagery lather
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|  'Thirsty of Wales' staggers off left to drink the other half of The Lakeside dry
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|  A rare touch of glam from a group of darts tarts nearby. Of course, their beauty is a relative thing...
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|  ... as the regularly darts tarts are as rough as Andy Fordham's down belows
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|  Steak Anderson has a good time
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|  The Optician has a good time
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|  Steak Anderson still having a good time
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|  Snack has a good time
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|  But as long hand of darts hits the bulls eye of time, we find there's no more action to watch inside. Always plenty of entertainment outside though
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|  Little Pev has pulled!
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|  Snack likes the pulling
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|  We head back to civilisation & for a 'much needed' round of drinks. The Optician isn't convinced the drinks are needed, and his body considers making some of it go away
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|  But thanks to the undeniable healing power of darts, after a little BADAss tournament all's well again. We toddle back to BADAss Peaks where we put our darts away
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Respect due. Respect given. Sometimes, it's only after a huge occasion like this that one really appreciates just how big it is. Strangely, with this realisation comes a throbbing headache and a feeling of nausea/paranoia. Neil Armstrong. Scott of the Antarctic. Edmund Hillary. They've all felt it, and my friend, so could you. JOIN BADASS for only 1 pint of Stella. Live life on the edge.
Love the darts. Buy me a pint
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