There’s plenty of booze, colour and music at Hordern Pavilion but it’s like going to a social club in Shropshire, writes Matt Cleary
A stretch disco Hummer, one of those flashy, gaudy abominations shaped like a coffin for the crew of a Viking longship has just dropped off a boozy crew of men wearing giant curly fright-wigs like that guy who sang that song, “We’re not gonna take it”, whoever that was, old mate from Twisted Sister who I can’t be arsed googling.
We’re outside Sydney’s Hordern Pavilion for the Sydney Darts Masters, the fourth and final leg of a world tour by darts’ elite. If you’d said 10 years ago there’d be a world tour by darts’ elite you’d have been laughed at, possibly stabbed. Perhaps with darts. But not only is there a World Tour, it rates its arse off. Darts is a phenomenon.
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