Bonjour, je suis Monsieur Mo. J'aime les darts!

Another week in the life of Wulfy and the Mo!

Having calmed down somewhat since last week's road rant, it's been more business as usual.  Outside of the office itself, where I have been sporting the Day 10 Mo (to the right - I am not completely naked!), I have begun my revision for the upcoming exams I have in December.  The realisation that they are, in fact, less than four weeks away grabbed me by the metaphoric throat!  Corporate Law, my examination nemesis, is first up on Tuesday 8th, followed by Financial Management on the Thursday.

I need to pass this Law sooner rather than later or I may become disillusioned with the whole thing.  It's imperative I understand it, as it forms a vital part of being an accountant.  The Contract Law section is something I do enjoy... I can apply it in many walks of life!

The Financial Management is more important for the type of accountant I aspire to be, in that I choose to work in practice, rather than in industry as a management accountant.  It's all about debt management and working capital.  Yeah, if you're not financially minded, that probably means nothing to you.  But I find it interesting!


This weekend was not as full as it initially was, as the mighty Chawton Athletic FC had their game called off.  Apparently the Farnham College pitch was a tad wet!  It's gutting, as I was really up for that match, a win in which would have seen us draw level with our hosts, Morley Road.  Hopefully, the week off will not hinder us in trying to keep the momentum gained from the previous weekend's excellent win against Blue Bell.

I did get to play darts, after missing the previous week's game.  Before my visit to Hull, and the loss the week before, I was in the Alton Friday Night Darts League's Top 32 players list.  With that in mind, I really wanted to win in my singles game against Friday's opponents, Gentleman Jim B.  To add to the pressure, by the time I got to play my game at 11pm the team was 2-3 down in the single match (having already won the double 3-0).

I had seen my opponent (who arrived very late) in the doubles, so knew I had my work cut out!  I through first in the first leg, and managed to keep in front thanks to a few scores of 80+.  And I eventually took it after missing six darts at my favourite double-10, by hitting double-5.
The second leg didn't exactly go according to plan... scoring 9 twice in a row (different methods though!) put me well behind!  And it was a relief when the other guy finished, as it gave me time to take stock.
After again winning the toss (no going for bull in this league), I started with my first, and only, tun of the match.  We matched each other all the way down, and after struggling on double-4 and dropping down to double-2, I found the double blocked by my first two darts.  Cue a change in stance (far right, by the bar!) and bang, in it went for the 2-1 victory, my third in five games.

I have struggled with nerves over the past couple of years.  It causes my arms to feel very heavy when throwing.  But double-2 has always been kind to me.  The support of my team-mates is always appreciated, especially Scotty and his "Carlos-arriba" mexican style whooping!  I try to shut it out a little, as it can add to the pressure... but it'd be far, far worse if all I got was dead silence!  Maybe if my support looked like these fine darts players...

This week I might open my self up for more ribbing... the full blooded Mo arrived today, day 16 of Movember!  I have ditched the goatee beard on my chin, opting for just a smidgen of fluff under my bottom lip to keep Phee happy.

A poor man's Tom Selleck, I know, I have been told it makes me look French!  Well, it is one of three languages I speak (not as fluently as I once could).


I will return... I have a few things on my chest to get off.  Ranting is good for the soul.  If I believed in them.