You can get the dart player out of the pub, but you can't get the pub out of the dart player.

Well as giraffes say, you don't get no leaves unless you stick your neck out.

I talk fast because I'm asthmatic, and I'm desperately hoping the words get out before my breath fails.

As a kid, I was school swot, but I used to hang around the billiard halls, learning that Geordie sense of humour, mixing with low-lifes. They were the sort who'd pick your pocket and then say 'Here you are lad, here's tuppence, get yourself some chips'. I was a good rugby player, a good runner, so I fitted in at Cambridge quite easily.

The players are under so much duress, it's like duressic park out there!

The thing with darts players is they have always appeared available. They don't have to live like monks. I've only ever met one dry player in 35 years.