January. Don’t we all just hate it? The dark mornings, the return to dull routine, the lack of cash, the lack of a waistline.
But for me, every January there is a small gleam in the darkness, courtesy of the BDO Lakeside World Professional Darts Championships. In our house, this is genuinely one of the TV sporting highlights of the year. Though we don’t do much TV sport, in fairness.
There’s much to love about darts. First of all, the players themselves. Every man (and it is mostly men) has a nickname, a ‘walk-on’ song and a static-filled synthetic shirt, often with a wacky image stitched on the back. An unwelcome development this year has been some toning down in the sartorial department – too many polite, minimally adorned polo shirts for my liking. Tats and sovs are still very much in evidence however.
Top players include Martin ‘Wolfie’ Adams, Tony ‘Silverback’ O’Shea and John ‘Boy’ Walton. My favourite is Ted ‘The Count’ Hankey, who sadly crashed out in the first round of this year’s competition. He resembles an overweight Dracula, walks on wearing a cape and throws rubber bats into the crowd. He plays with a scarily intense, surly demeanour and is prone to bouts of ‘oche rage’. He’s great.
The venue, a vast function room in the Lakeside Country Club, Frimley Green, Surrey, plays host to packed houses every night. The fans are noisy and enthusiastic, dressing up in tribute to their favourite players and waving 180 banners in the air every time the maximum score for a throw is achieved. Altogether now – ‘Ooooonehuuuuuundred – aynd- eeeiiightteeeeeee’. For all their fervour, the crowds are also very sporting, respecting the calls for ‘best of order’ at crucial moments.
This also applies to the players. Rather than polite handshakes at the end of a match, you’re more likely to see full-on bear hugs and big smiles all round, albeit a little forced on the part of the loser.
The BBC coverage is also excellent. The commentators come up with regular gems – the other night they likened John Boy Walton to a ‘battered cod’ who was being ‘reeled in’ by his opponent. At the climax of the match they were calling for a milk float so they could see who had the biggest bottle. The BBC has also secured the services of darts legend and never knowingly under-bejewelled Bobby ‘Dazzler’ George as guest pundit. Bobby knows his darts, is never afraid to voice a frank opinion and loves a catchphrase – ‘trebles for show, doubles for dough’ being a favourite.
Ultimately however, the real joy lies in the incredible skill of the players. Their accuracy and consistency of scoring is quite amazing to watch, not to mention their mental arithmetic as they constantly recalculate what scores they need to achieve in order to check out on a double. The game also requires extreme mental toughness. Like all individual sports, there is often as big a challenge from nerves as there is from the opposing player. Players can suddenly lose their ability to hit the target, when they could do no wrong minutes before.
At these moments, the TV picture cuts away to the long-suffering wives and girlfriends, mums and dads. They are living every throw – and it’s pure torture.
Women players don’t feature hugely in the BDO tournament coverage. Unfortunately they are treated almost as also-rans and their matches are only ever a somewhat pathetic best-of-three sets, as opposed to best-of-13 for the men’s final. Things may be different over at the rival darts organisation, the PDC, (there was a split years ago) but as we don’t have any sports channels we are once a year BDO fans only.
This Sunday afternoon will see myself and my husband glued to coverage of the live final. Our kids are vaguely embarrassed by our enthusiasm at this stage, so may not join us in our little January ritual. They don’t know what they’re missing.

My parents got a dart board earlier in the winter and I returned home for Christmas only to find them and my brother playing away the dark evenings together and I have to say it produced lots of fun family time together over the holidays. We also watched quite a few of the games/matches (?) on TV. I know a girl who even traveled last year to attend the tournament and had a fantastic time, it was as much a social occasion as a sporting one. Women do feature at this event tough except it’s a certain kind of woman in a certain kind of small dress who accompanies the male players on to the stage. The organisers are not mean, each player gets their own girl. They then wave sweetly to the crowd, wink at the camera, hold hands and skip of to the sound of wolf whistles. This makes me really uncomfortable, I don’t see the need for or point in it and I’d enjoy watching darts much more if it wasn’t part of it.
The dolly birds are, I believe, a feature of the PDC/Sky darts coverage. No glamour models at the Lakeside, another reason to love it!
Nice piece, Catherine.
My attachment to darts (my attachment to all sports, in fact, from curling to three-day eventing – I stop just short of synchronised swimming) came from the BBC back in the day.
Remember Les Wallace in the early to mid 1990s? The Scotsman with the sparse and blackened teeth and the kilt? I think he went under the nickname Braveheart, but he was as far removed from Melo Gibbo as it is possible to be within the human frame. He was wonderful, though. The first player I remember seeing who, left with a score of 80, would go for the audacious two double-tops. Ten years ago or more, I recall Ted Hankey winning the title with a 170 check-out. Unbelievable stuff.
However, myself being among the brainwashed hordes who forks out VHI-style sums for sports TV, I am an irreconcilable convert to Sky’s PDC. The razzmatazz is one thing – the Lakeside event is just so pedestrian by comparison – but the quality quite another. A couple of years ago I felt that the top players in the BDO were on a par with the top players in the PDC, but that was when Mark Webster met Simon Whitlock in a classic final. Both players have since defected to the big-money leagues over on the subscription channel.
But don’t let me stop you enjoying the rest of it. It’s great entertainment. One of me New Year’s pledges to self revolves around actually attending more sporting events, and I’ve pencilled in the World Grand Prix at the CityWest in October. Looking forward to it.
(Apologies for the length of this post. Start me on sport…)
S.
Yes Shane, when I think of all the great players we have seen over the years at the Lakeside who have gone over to the ‘other side’, I can’t help feeling we are missing out. Simon Whitlock, Dutch masters Co Stompe and Raymond van Barneveld, Ronnie ‘The Rocket’ Baxter and pantomime villain Mervyn King. If only they would have a reconciliation…..
Great article Catherine, you will be getting a dart board next year if I get you in the KrisKindle, I am sure you can get the PDC live on the web with out having to subscribe to sky we always get the soccer on it.
I love ‘the darts’ and I love Lakeside – the characters, the respect of the crowd, the stories about the wives, the way there is respect for Trina Gulliver and her female partner. Bobby George and the necklaces. I’m really missing Tony Green this year. Ted Hankey and his cloak and bats into the crowd are also missed after being knocked out in round one! I am furious with BBC2 Northern Ireland for all the live darts we are missing this year due for the fecking Rugby!
I watched the PDC too but the women accompanying them up on stage and walking off holding their hands really does my head in and the dancers too. I was v. happy to see Phil lose though and others emerge. I’m a Barney fan