So we didn't even get past the first game on the accumulator yesterday. Phil Taylor, winner of God-knows-how-many World Championships and who'd been in scintillating form of late, suddenly decides to draw with the deadbeat Terry Jenkins.
Today. Don't know what I'm going to do. Again, there is no one to play with. Loz and Bot doing something with workmates. Gareth working. Daz not drinking. Alex away. Covey ill. It is Friday night before I go back to work tomorrow and I'm stuck. Not good.
Nice weather outside and no one to do anything with. I'm very tempted to go on holiday by myself in the next month or so. I just have to have the bottle to actually go ahead and book it. I probably won't but I'm still flirting with the prospect.
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