Judging by what I saw when Grand Slam was on two years ago he was massively pissed. He was in the Western at opening time every day with several pints on the go.
My first meeting with Bristow was at a hotel in Doncaster which was split between the night before my cousins wedding and the PDC darts guys (not a problem as my uncle went to Cambrige with Sid Waddell so there was a bit of a connection).
Me and my brother spent a very pissed night in the bar with a load of the darts players, bought a couple of drinks (using my dad's room number) and got a few lessons. Bristow clocked it, drank near enough a bottle of Scotch and put it on the same tab. Crafty Cockney my arse.
Not for ages. He can't do the maths on the finishes any more. Sometimes they use him for the introductory bit but it is pretty unusual because he can barely speak.
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