The morning started with a thump, a thumping headache. Pain soon subsided when the realisation struck that it was PDI day. Go tobann! the front door of 33 burst open, to roars of “we're back”. Back they were indeed, Mick and Breda. A freshly sliced ham, an abundance of cheese and the weight of a small baby in butter. Sambos wrapped, costumes packed, shorts on and it was Lakeside Lounge in St Judes we were bound (via Templeogue Road to pick up Frank the Tank).
As we arrived into the car park, PDI debutant Bowser was sparking up his first fag of the day with a fresh pint of plain in his hand. The bagpiper was nearly through his pint of Smithwicks, procession time was nigh.
‘Thunderstruck’ reverberated through the arena.
A PDI debutant was next, Bar, and oh my, HE DELIVERED IN A BIG WAY. His dance moves were impeccable and quick, resembling closely a famous General Manager of Slough-based Wernham Hogg paper merchants. With many of the crowd quoting his low centre of gravity as the main factor in his ability to dance sidewards with such speed through the crowd.
Last up in Group 1 was the Sexy Boy, accompanied by the first video of the day. Talk about hitting all the current affair topics. He had the Lakeside in stitches of laughter with a pitch-perfect slandering of the A Lister. Out came the Sexy Boy, in a beach towel, and the Grannies hands went over the grandchildren's eyes. Towel off, Elephant out. Says it all really.
With just enough time to grab a quick pint, we were swiftly on to Group 2. Another newcomer was about to pop his PDI walk-on cherry to a Lion King classic that saw all the crowd get involved.
Next was Stephen R. Rarely seen since the founding years of the PDI, he brought some, emm, weirdness. As the Humans are Dead blasted from the speakers, he entered in a tin foil robot head and delivered strange mechanical movements. It was, erm, different.
The Pawn followed and brought some of his efficient dancing and duly received the affection of the crowd.
Kev Mc grabbed the mic and welcomed in Tom Senior to ‘We're all part of Jackie's army’, needless to say — ‘Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole’ had everyone jumping.
By far the creepiest walk on of the day went to The Undertaker. His entrance bewildered and likely scarred a number of children.
The Chairman was next and an inspiring video provided the gateway for El Chapo's introduction. Talk about swagger and verve, he had it in abundance.
The Dropkick Murphy's came over the speakers and it could only be one man next: Kev Mc with an inspired jig followed by a rally of high fives down the bar aisle.
Last up in Group 2 was another debutant, The Tequila Tango Twister aka Simmy Mc entered to a Mexican rumba. Tequila shots for the fans, who drank in his appearance — literally.
For those in Group 3 it was time to hit the infamous green room. First up was another debutant, Shane G, bursting onto the scene with bright yellow flowers decorating the upper body, dancing like he was about to do the limbo while downing a pint. Good lad, great walk on.
The 2016 Hall of Fame entry, The Physio, entered to a welcoming audience and showed his delight with some significant, hands in the air shaking momentum.
The Gun was next, this year armed with 2 hammers and a pair of paddy power's finest lucky pants. While it lacked originality, it had a wealth of effort.
The PDI's very own ‘Last Man Standing’ guru, Eddie Mc, was out the double doors next. Through the smoke he came to put on a display of chicken dancing like no other.
With Head Hogan giving some lame excuse of a honeymoon for missing the PDI, all thought that the wrestling fraternity had lost a huge part of their day, well, up stepped Mark the Spark. Triple H provided an authentic experience. Taped up, sunglasses on and an aggressive attitude. He gave it to the crowd, by literally spitting all over one of the grandmothers and put bewildered adults in headlocks. Another outstanding performance from a debutant.
Mick The Trick was next to emerge trough the double doors, with some solid waving, the crowd aka Russ, put in another strong performance for the newcomers. He had the crowd singing in perfect harmony to ‘We Will Rock You’ as his big hairy chest on display had the ladies going weak at the knees.
D'Edgeucator sprang through the doors next and put on a display of Usain Bolt-esque sharp-shooting to the sky. The Educator, do do do.
The Terror, one of the 2016 favs, with some last minute improvisation, impressed as the Jaeger bomber — decked out with Jaeger bombs and a tea towel for his keffiyeh (headscarf). And last but not least, it was The Buachaill. Looking like the lead singer from Nickelback, one thing was for sure: he looked like he meant business.
As the walk-ons drew to a close, it was back to the arrows. There was the potential for some big scalps with The Terror vs The Buachaill. One leg each, The Terror left tops while The Boy had 66 still to score. Surely The Terror would be back with 3 darts at Tops but no, The Boy finished out 66 and cemented his place in the QF's.
The debutants put in a good show on the darts front with Bowser and Shane G also powering into the quarters. Following the lads into the quarters was the PDI's first ever glory boy, Kev Mc. The remaining four in the QF's were all at the top of the bookies tissue at the beginning of the day, The Cat, The Undertaker, Clay Davis and D'Edgeucator.
The WPDI has grown from strength to strength with 22 ladies taking part in the 2016 event. And it was time for the ladies to get their darts on. Before any blood could be drawn though, it was to the kitchen for the ladies and the ceremonial Jaeger bomb. As Swainer blasted out a tune the ladies burst onto the scene, forming a tremendous Conga Line, naturally being led by Breda D. The ladies gathered in front of the 4 main boards to form a dancing troop capable of entering Britain's Got Talent, headed up by their ringmaster, Donegal Karen. The ladies competition, due to its format of 1 leg straight knockout, moves very quickly. It is a punishing format with no margin for error. The first round saw both 2015 finalists, Fonzi and Neiller taking early baths. With the speedy format, the victorious ladies were being rushed around from board to board like models backstage at a Milan fashion show (Editor's note: um, sexist). Before we knew it, we had two WPDI semi finalists: Amy and Giulia.
The QF's threw up some interesting fixtures with some old foes pitched against one another:
The Cat vs The Undertaker
Bowser vs Kev Mc
Shane G vs The Buachaill
D'Edgeucator vs Clay Davis
As usual, this part of the night is when the darts tend to speed up (along with the drinking), the darting riff-raff having been eliminated. The serious players were on display now. Kev Mc scalped his old foe Bowser to book a rare spot in the semis and was to take on The Boy after he put in a dominating performance against Shane G in his QF tie. Another ferocious battle was being played out between two alpha males, these two being more used to wrestling with each other in the back room, it was The Cat v The Undertaker. It was The Undertaker who would be victorious. His confidence was growing (mostly aided by pints) and he was starting to believe 2016 could be his year. Completing the semi-finalists, D'Edgeucator took down the 2014 champion, Clay Davis. Representatives from both clans watched that tie with bitten nails all round by the end.
D'Edgeucator vs The Undertaker
The Buachaill vs Kev Mc
Quick fire darts across both semis saw the finalists being drawn very sharply. The Undertaker's 2016 dream came crashing down at the hands of the D'Edgeucator and Monster simply could not keep pace with The Buachaill. With D'Edgeucator and The Buachaill having won 4 of the last 6 PDI's it was no surprise to see these two powerhouses in the final.
D'Edgeucator vs The Buachaill
In the shield, Bad Medicine cured the A-Lister of his darting ills to pit himself against The Terror who had wasted no time in frightening El Chapo out of the other shield semi.
With all 2016 finalists now known, it was time to give the darts a break. For some reason a Magician had arrived and was entertaining the swathes of trusty PDI followers. His skills even had Margaret blushing. Soon those in the crowd were itching to win a raffle prize. With multi-coloured disco lights being shone on the stage and raffle tickets lacking in colour distinction, it had potential to turn into a complete farce. The wining tickets came out of ‘the bucket’ thick and fast to the usual shouts of ‘fix’ from the audience.
Onwards we went to the infamous auction, where there was a real sense of anticipation among the now dangerously inebriated crowd. First up was a generic milk bottle which sold to The Pawn for a barely credible €50. WHAT A BARGAIN! Resident model, Fiona, was to work her magic with the next item, the famous reversible fur coat from 2015. Bidding was surprisingly not as hot as 2015 but this prized item fetched €80 when the hammer went down.
Third up was quite an apt piece of memorabilia, being the centenary of the Easter Rising; it was a special edition Padraig Pearse medal made by the National Mint. The Asset locked this gem down for 300 (Three hundred) smackeroos. Next we had a chance to be part of Irish sporting history with a ticket to Ireland vs Sweden in Paris in June. Hostile bidding driving the price up, The Gun locked it down for €370. Next was a Coronas VIP package. El Chapo wasn't going to let this one go easily and was chomping at the bit to lock it down. He wasn't to be outdone and splashed out a mighty €420 to secure victory. The Boy produced another piece of carpentry excellence, in making a one-off dartboard case, which wouldn't look out of place next to the finest of spice racks. The Cat saw the value here and coughed up €310 after some intense bidding. We were down to the last two items and it was the turn of the ‘keg party’ to be put to the punters. And they punted hard on this one, running into the hundreds very quickly. The Asset dug deep into his pockets again and topped the bidding at €820 (eight hundred and twenty …). And then it was the turn of the Man United jersey, signed by some top names including Wayne Rooney, Ryan Giggs and Paul Scholes. The bidding went up in 50s on this one and it was bought for 450 bob by Shane G. Never met the lad before but a good lad.
It was time to move on to the Darts Finals. They got under way with Amy taking on Giulia in the WPDI, The Terror taking on Bad Medicine in the Shield and The Boy taking on D'Edgeucator in the main event. Could it be that both Giulia and The Boy could win their respective duals and unite these two great trophies in one household. With all 3 finals in full swing there was a large crowd up to watch some fine darting displays. The first final to be locked down was the WPDI with Giulia taking gold. Then the result of the Shield filtered through and it was as expected, with The Terror schooling Bad Medicine to land the second-tier title.
The two heavyweights were still going blow for blow in the final but it was The Buachaill who was to rise to victory and land his third PDI title. It sealed the Boy/Giulia double and both PDI titles headed for the mantlepiece in Leopardstown.
By this part of the night, the crowd were in full swing (read: close to hospitalisation). A quote overheard at the bar by your reviewer: ‘Can I have four Jaeger bombs, please?’ ‘We're out of Jaeger, I'm afraid.’ ‘That'll be eight Sambucas, then, please.’
It was past the pumpkin hour and The Hazards were still keeping the adoring crowd highly entertained — and with tradition, many lads nicely juiced, it was time for shirts to come off and swung excitedly overhead.
The night felt young but the alcohol was starting to take grip. I felt I had more to give but it was after 2 a.m. and 14 hours in the Lakeside, Mick The Trick was shepherding me to a taxi and that was my PDI 2016 concluded. A real cracker, she was. All I could think was: I can't wait until next year.