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Not as good as I'd hoped
3 February 2016
I'm a newcomer to the world of darts. As a child it was always on TV on a Saturday afternoon, the likes of Eric Bristow and John Lowe filling the screens, but I never saw the appeal. Not so long ago however we stumbled across a tournament on ITV one weekend and we were hooked!
Sid Waddell was a naturally funny man, gifted with a wonderful turn of phrase coupled with his irrepressible Geordie personality and accent to match. When I've heard his commentaries he's reduced me to fits of giggles on a regular basis, and I hoped that this book would have the same effect on me.
It's a bit of a disappointment all in all. Yes there are funny bits, but it falls between two stools, seemingly unsure as to whether it wants to be the autobiography of Sid Waddell or the story of darts, and as a result it doesn't really succeed at being either. It's more the story of Sid's life in darts, and there are lots of stories about going out for a curry and numerous pints with the players, alongside other chapters that feel almost like essays about some of the players Waddell has previously written about, such as Jocky Wilson or Phil Taylor. It's an entertaining enough read, but considering it was written by such a funny man it's strangely flat, not that amusing, and actually just a little bit dull.
It's OK, but it could have been a lot better unfortunately.