Goin' up the country

Not true. Should read 'NOT goin' up the country". couple of days off cos of Chris' birthday and it's been raining for pretty much a week with no sign of less wet conditions. So, celebrations have been limited to a meal and gifts and even I got a book, a DVD and a jumper out of it. Seems odd.

Anyway, it's still been a busy week on the geopolitical front. America (or maybe Isreal - same thing really) is threatening to hit the Iranian nuclear plants and, not content with mushrooming economy, the Chinese have told the rest of us to sod off about pollution and do prove their point they're going to kill off the world's Olympic teams with high levels of shit in the air and water you can't row or sail in. We ought to hit back by boycotting their takeaways.

Nearer home, that clown David Davies has won his bye election with a landslide, which isn't surprising as there wasn't any real opposition. He ought to be charged with the cost of having to organise the damned thing. To keep the pot boiling, a judge has stated that we ought to include some aspects of Sharia law into English law. Should go down well considering the hammering Rowan Williams received for the same thing a couple of months ago. Don't get me started about the ordination of women.

A young ginger tomcat with just over half a tail keeps visiting us to swipe the food for our cats. Not a particularly bright individual, (which probably explains the tail) he's received the attention of both of ours who certainly don't tolerate visitors on their patch, particularly the older one who's stone deaf and ifrequently surprised by sudden appearances of just about anybody and anything. She certainly hasn't forgotten how to fight though and the new kid on
the block has [picked up a few wounds to prove it. Being a bloke, I don't think he'll ever learn.

Spent some time cruising through the blogs last weekend and there are some pearlers out there. There's a lot of absolute shite, but this is compensated for by the occasional gems you come across. Some have lapsed into disuse, but most are on the boil. There's not particular age or gender or background which holds sway, though maybe the Yanks have a slight majority. Anyway, give it a go and pass an hour or so, it's good fun.

And so to the arcane world of wargaming. If anybody doeas actually read this stuff (and I know there are at lest two), now's the time to switch off.

Been thinking about making rapid inroads into the lead mountain, but not knowing where to start as much of it is for projects which never took off or have now passed their sell by date. There's not much point selling raw lead as there's no return on it and even painted stuff generally gois for a song, particularly if it's not a faxhionable period (which most of this isn't). Anyway, decided to
knopk off a unit here and there between work on current projects and favours for mates. Can't being my self to part with any 7YW, Napoleonics or ACW, but my Late Romans, Colonials and AWI are looking dodgy. Naturally I'd use the dosh to reinvest in base metal, but, as this rate of progress, I'll be too old to lift it. let alone paint it.

I'll continue to mull this one over, but, in the meantime, here's today's toy:

I supose it's toys really. A bunch of Soviets for a project a few years ago which withered on the vine. they've long since gone to America. Even though they were a rush job, I lliked them and was sorry the project never took off. Bit to late now though!


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