Anyone here any good at darts?
Phil Taylor the multiple World Darts Champion was making a come back.
As we are all aware, he'd had his problems and name dragged through the press for sexual harrassment of women. Ha thought he would never play darts again, until one day, he found God. The Church became the emotional crutch that he could lean on in times of dispair. As a result of this, he promised all his winnings from darts competitions would go to the Church, which would in turn help the needy.
The first round of the World Darts Championship was being played, and Phil Taylor had brought his eclesiastical entourage to cheer him on, and act as moral support. The best seats in the house, right behind the oche, were taken by the Archbishop of Canterbury, the Vicar from Phil's parish church and three nuns from the convent in the town where Phil Taylor lived.
Phil Taylor was first to throw:
First arrow. Thud, into the board. Twenty...
Second dart. Thud. Treble Twenty, and the crowd cheer.
Third dart. Dink. It rebounds off the wire, sails back over Taylor's shoulder and catches one of the nuns clean between the eyes, and she falls to the floor, out cold.
Sid Wardell, the MC, jumps down off the stage, runs to the stricken nun and pulls the dart out. The paramedics were called, and say that unfortunately there is nothing they can do. By this time, Phil Taylor is beside himself with grief, but realises that the game must be finished.
Sid Wardell clambers back onto the stage to announce the score. He picks up his microphone, turns to the crowd and says, "One dead nun and eighty!"
