I enjoyed darts coverage in the late seventies and eighties, when the "sport" was full of characters and the atmosphere was so well conveyed on the TV. The book promises an insight into these early days of excess, and it does deliver to some extent, telling the sad tale of Jocky Wilson with poignancy. Where the book fails for me is that it's much more an autobiography of Sid Waddell than the story of darts. Sid gets a little too caught up in the myth of his own brilliance, peppering the book with quotes from newpapers, especially broadsheets, which praise his unique style. The book's other failing for me is its focus on the later PDC years. Admittedly I don't have Sky, so haven't followed this coverage and am only aware of a few of its characters. Sid is keen to score a few points and praises both Sky and the PDC at the expense of the BBC and the BDO. That's predictable, bearing in mind his current employer, but the story he tells of these more recent years does seem to be bereft of characters and tales after darts cleaned up its act. So, an interesting read, but I'd only recomend it to fans of Sid Waddell's commentary style as opposed to the sport of darts.