Oh the memories. I remember playing Darts at Reg's West End Pub in Feltwell England. I was pretty good for an American, but I think my biggest contribution to American-British diplomacy was all the beer I bought the Brits beating me at darts.
Tuesday night was Ladies Dart night and every once in awhile there would be some young airman new to base that would be hitting on the ladies. The girls were pretty good at handling them and we were great at policing them.
But on Ladies Dart Night it would not be uncommon for one of these guys to scream out in pain and we would see a dart sticking out of their thigh.
Oh the good old days.
