REVIEW: Darts
- Posted on January 11, 2008 6:11 PM
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Ladbrokes PDC Darts Championship
Alexandra Palace
Sat 22nd December 2007
Review by Chris Todd
The humongous cavern that is Alexandra Palace has held many events in the past but this years PDC Ladbrokes Championship is the first to be held there and is a perfect home for the rowdy rabble that are fans of darts.
Ally Pally is hit or miss, normally miss. Bands always struggle with the acoustics there and bands normally sound quiet and hollow with very few bands able to master what must be a difficult place to fill musically, darts on the other hand is a totally different kettle of fish.
As you may have read previously on this here site, disillusionment with football has had myself and many others rejecting the sub-human over-paid thugs who are a bit handy with one foot or their head (not for usual head things though like using common sense or reading obviously) and turning to the hallowed turf of the ‘oche’ and reaping the benefits of it.
Being just before Christmas ensures a massive party atmosphere reverberates throughout the venue and it could be anything going on onstage as we are sat at the back therefore the view sucks, although they do kindly put up huge video screens just to see how ugly the people on stage are.
Being at the back however does allow a fascinating view of the type of people who are watching the darts; you have your old school darts types probably lamenting the loss of chicken in a basket from the menu who all seem to have managed to get seats at the front, lots of groups of ‘lads’, bovine knuckle draggy kind of guys you would normally cross the road to avoid but tonight are my bessht mates, lots of lovely orange ladies, a smattering of skinny jeaned students sat next to doc martin bovver boys (You would NEVER get that anywhere apart from at darts), most bizarrely, men dressed up as bananas, spiderman or cowboys but most odd is there is a group of people who are all obviously pilled up, they’re swaying, gurning, probably wondering when the music is gonna start….of all the places to get pilled up you chose here?
After each set however, there is indeed music; a dodgy trance cover of the Braveheart theme tune which everyone gets up to caterwaul along to. Talking of cats, the sound of 4000 drunk people singing “dud u dud u duu duudu duu duu dooo” is rather reminiscent of the sound a bag full of kittens would make when they realise they’re on their way to a watery death after being abandoned at Christmas.
The matches on this night were Roland Scholten v Mervyn King, Phil Taylor v Mark Walsh, Wayne Mardle vJamie Caven but I don’t think anyone cared and I certainly don’t remember the last one, I do however recall befriending the aforementioned man dressed as a banana and I also befriended a fellow Northerner whose name I can't remember. She did however, decide we were best mates when she discovered we were both from the North, she then proceeded to scare a man who dared to be a Southerner. He ran away when she put her fists up and demanded a fight…you can take the girl out of Hull, eh?
Whatever, Northern stereotypes aside, darts is a fantastic night out and highly recommended.
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