[jambutty]

On a scale of one to ten my dart-throwing prowess would be at around 5 or maybe 6 on a good (lucky) day but I enjoyed the challenge. Playing darts also exercised the grey matter, which it would seem is beyond the modern youth.

Many pubs in days gone by had a mechanical machine where you dialled in your score and it automatically showed the new total to get. But it didn’t tell you the quickest way to get there. You had to do that in your head. Again way beyond most teenagers.

But times change and so do fashions so I guess that in the mad rush to grab more and more money darts had to go.

Pity really because a dartboard in a pub was quintessentially British. As was playing Crib, Dominoes and Shove Ha’penny. I wonder if it still applies today but playing crib was the only game that was allowed to be played for money in a pub.