"Um... Won't manage tonight, love! Got a practice match up at The Falcon." I knew it, he'd had his eye on the barmaid there. Rumour had it they'd been seeing each other. That's it, I thought, time I got my own back.
As he rolled home at 3am, I had been preparing food for the Darts Club supper. "Well, I wonder what the lads will think of this buffet, then?" Quietly I tiptoed through to the lounge, stepping over a pool of vomit...
