Short, fat and unassuming, I have extended the boundaries of indifferent posting and spurious comment within the interweb community to previously unimagined levels of banality. This has been achieved without fear of ridicule or retribution. So if you're interested in thought patterns that tumble around the inside of my head like old underpants in a washing machine, this is the blog for you. Read it and weep.
Buying time . . . .
Eurovision's out of the way for another year (thank God) so it's down to waiting for the next televisual milestone which is probably The Last Night of the Proms. nevertheless, sod that. Here are a few more piccies for the hell of it. I'm off for the next fortnight so I'll try to remember to take some different ones, but, in the meantime, some from the vault . . . .
A couple more 15mm Austrian brigadiers (Old Glory):
And two useful 15mm 7YW field officers (Essex):
Prussian 7YW 3rd Hussars in 15/18mm (Eureka):
And some 28mm Hamas types (Mongrel) from the Lebanon conflict(s) - the last five pairs of which belong to Frank!
Right, that's it for now. Off to do great things, one of which will be to take more photos - probably all Confederate ACW!
get a last one in before 2017 ended and the world went to pot again,
but I've managed to keep up my batting average and missed it
completely. Nothing that exciting to report, but I have been quietly
plodding along, knocking out old stuff that should've been finished
(or started) long ago. Still, the real world things that kept me
diverted last year (and before, if I'm honest) have now subsided, but
the leprosy returned during the late summer/autumn (back on the
tablets now, thank God) and that didn't do much for hobby effort or
Back on track now though and, as Christmas and New Year are
out of the way, it ought to be a Montgomery style advance, but on a
broad front with lots of distractions. Since the
previous post, my butterfly approach has served to divert my
attention in all sorts of ways. As a sort of side order while I was
painting other stuff, I decided to start experimenting with colours
and techniques for the landsknechts I've accumulated. …
got over the mother of all colds with just a cough like a sixty a day
man to shake off now. However, I've done a bit of dabbling – mostly
touching up – and a bit of a stock take. At my present rate of
knots I'll be about 170 when I get everything up to date and tickety
boo with the existing projects, which makes me wonder what to do
about it. Being essentially a solo gamer, I have to build both sides
to a conflict. This is no big problem because before I went back into
the closet, I still tended to hanker after periods which weren't, for
those days, mainstream. I
got through the Ancients itch which was only finally killed off
primarily by pretty tedious rules that seemed to be engineered to
design out the 'rule lawyers', but then by reflecting on the
character of many of the opponents I met. Everything seemed to be a
clone of the latest WRG thinking (still is to an extent) and quite a
few of the players knew lots about the rule mechanisms and precious