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Bullseye and Red Bull

Following the Simpsons on Sky One the other night there was a program. This program was ---- well, maybe I should start by saying that Sky One is the channel Spike TV wishes it was. Occasionally it tries to throw something in for the chicks, though. Like, you've heard of Desperate Housewives? Maybe you've even heard of Football Player's Wives, which was a racy soap on British TV last year about the Posh-esque and their exploits. Well, brace yourselves, people, because nine o'clock tonight was the premier of ....Darts Players' Wives.

There was a subtle difference, though. While the first two shows are fiction (well, Football Player's Wives had a certain ripped-from-the-headlines quality) Darts Players' Wives was a reality show.

The woman in back of the men who. I assume they discuss stool-perching skills, how to pace yourself on the Harvey Wallbangers while trying to sit through a six-hour darts tournament (hint: focus on the prize money), when and when not to holler.