Flights of fancy
A new obsession has swept through the house, and as a result the door to the flat has swapped one celebration of macho sporting culture…
…for another…
The hallway is the perfect length for an oche (7ft 9 and 1/4 inches) and you can check your stance in the mirror at the other end…
The only thing remaining is to get a little table, the sort of thing designed to keep a house plant on, for resting a pint of bitter on while one rules one’s friend at the darts. When I find it I’ll be sanding it and painting it, possibly pink.
An unconnected update, in answer to a new reader who has just read and commented on our very first post. The homemade poster you were asking after now lives in the bathroom, above some photos of formidable French women. Voila.
My doctor told me to take up a sport. So I chose darts. Do we think there is a market for designer flights? A bit of William Morris, perhaps?
I think the market is unimaginably huge. Let’s do it. Himself says 2013 is going to be the year of darts, what with Eric Bristow on I’m A Celebrity and all that x