In terms of perfection, the difference between Thorburn's first ever televised maximum 147 and that of Ronnie O'Sullivan twenty years (or whatever it was) later is amazing.
A guy in the year above me at school got a dart thrown in his leg at a house party. It was in this long room with a dartboard at one end and he was sat on a beanbag with his legs stretched out under the board and chatting with a girl. I just lobbed it right in his leg. Take that you cunt! Amazing.
Shame he couldn't manage a treble-twenty.some months ago when the pubs were still open i walked into a pub together with a friend of mine and we were high and drunk already and some people were playing darts real serious and my friend just grabs one of the arrows without asking and throws it right in the bullseye it was such a beautiful moment we cried from laughter and happiness.