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Greetings Longbeards. It's been a hot month over here in Blighty.

Needless to say, no wargaming has happened and hardly any painting. The paint has been drying on the brush before you can get it on the model and I daren't stick a daylight bulb on to see what I'm doing in case I melt into a puddle of goo. Luckily the office has just finished installing brand new air conditioning which is so delightfully cold that some people were cancelling leave and others were putting on layers as they entered the office. Oh, there is no greater sin than cold conditioned air. As you may know, the Illustrious Opponent has just moved in to his new property and has yet to work out how to have hot water come out of his taps without having the heating on throughout the house. Definitely means no wargaming for the moment!

I have managed to get some hobby work in though. I have finished my Bad Squiddo resin terrain.

Medieval kids from Hasslefree Miniatures. Also, see if you can spot the Squiddo Peeg!

Love these two sets, I will definitely be grabbing some more stuff next month at Colours wargame show next month. They take paint really well and the detail is amazing. One set is treasure chests, some open, some closed. Some of them are locked tight with chains. The other set is various piles of treasure, (far too many to put out in one go for your standard D&D party.) and a throne with suitable skeleton perched upon it. Don't let my terrible paint work put you off, they really are lovely casts. Full of lots of lovely detail.

I messaged the Illustrious Opponent at the start of August, to remind him that we now have 13 months left until Colours 2020. So, if we want to get a demonstration game ready for that deadline, time is ticking. So, I don't normally approve of "work in progress" shots (I am of the opinion people use it an excuse for their painting standard, look we aren't all Golden Demon winners, its okay!) but here is evidence that I have started the Prussians:

Perry Miniatures Prussian Hussars

I am being firm with myself and I am going to reward myself with one character model per group. If I finish these, I can then paint Von Blucher. This is definitely a less intimidating start than the massive stack of sprues of infantry in a box under the dining table. (Maybe we should be aiming for September 2021?)

Finally for the blog I'm going to try something new, a bit of flavour text, yep, some creative writing. (I heard that groan at the back.) I've been trying exercise my writing muscles and this weekend the Illustrious Opponent is hosting an RPG day set in a post WW2 Pulp Sci Fi style. He asked if I would briefly describe who my character would be and of course in true self indulgent style I took it multiple steps further. I immediately jumped on ebay to buy myself a suitable model and wrote myself a full backstory.......

Doctor Hans Lieberwitz, scientist, tinkerer, conscientious objector scraped the contents of the tins of dogfood into the bowls.
"Abbott! Costello! Supper!" He called out and two Great Dane's came leaping into view in his makeshift workshop, their paws skittering on the smooth surface of the floor. The sharp turns they needed to make to avoid the workbench meaning both dogs slid sideways like racing cars making handbrake turns.

The two hounds were fully engrossed in their meals so the Doctor returned to his workbench. Held upright by multiple clamps and connected to various copper wires in the middle of the bench was what looked like a glass hexagon. Lieberwitz carefully applied a thin almost translucent layer of gel to one side of the hexagon from a jar labelled as radioactive material. He carefully manuevered a another set of apparatus in front and connected it to to crocodile clips attached to coiled power cables. Bringing his head down level with the equipment, he lined up the two items. The Doctor flicked a switch and power lit up both apparatus. A thin green beam of light shot from the second device into the hexagon and it began to glow. A larger beam shot from the glass out into the centre of the room, forming a floating glowing hexagon in the middle of the room. The shape grew larger until it was almost six foot in diameter. The edge was the same glowing green, but internally a window was forming to another room, the inside of a old warehouse. A grin began to form on Lieberwitz's face. Then suddenly, a brief flicker, a puff of smoke from the apparatus and the portal dissappeared.
"Gott Verdammt!" muttered Lieberwitz as he yanked the power lead.

There was a sudden banging on the loft apartment. The knocking on the steel door echoed around the apartment, Lieberwitz almost fell off his stool with the shock at the sudden interruption. Answering the door, he came face to face with a tall craggy stranger with a scar down one side of his face. Despite the the heat of the summer, he was dressed in a long coat and hat, the hat low down, making a deep shadow hiding his eyes. A brief nod downwards, he persuaded the doctor to look down and notice the Luger pointing right at him.
"I guess you better come in then." said the Doctor, stepping aside to allow the stranger to enter the apartment.
"A wise choice, Herr Doctor." The Stranger slid the steel door behind him, keeping his eyes on the Doctor, gun still aimed. "I've come to take you home."
"What if I don't want to go home."
"The Fuhrer is quite insistent. I'm afraid you have no choice." The Stranger had now begun to pay attention to Lieberwitz's workbench and was fiddling with a bunson burner, "We can't have a man of your talents running around loose in the United States, we need you to come home and help with the war effort."
"From the rumours I have heard, it can be dangerous back home for someone of my origins."
"Exceptions can be made for someone with your talents."
The Doctor glanced at the glass hexagon equipment he had been working on, "Believe me, I am not that talented."
The Stranger followed Lieberwitz's eyeline and noticed the equipment. "What have we been working on here then?"
"It doesn't work." the Doctor replied, unable to hide his disappointment, despite the high stress of the situation.
At that moment a brown blur of movement leapt up from behind the bench. The Doctor's two dogs, Abbott and Costello both leapt over the furniture, snarling and biting at the Stranger. A single shot from the Luger and Costello was hit and brought down, but the Stranger was not quick enough to stop both dogs. Abbott's jaws clamped down on his arm holding the gun, snapping the radius and ulna bones in his forearm, the gun clattered to the floor. A couple more bites and the Stranger was no longer a threat to the Doctor. He was now on the floor with Abbott on top of him, growling, teeth sinking into the jugular in his neck. Despite his injuries he managed still to speak.
"Is that gas I can smell, Herr Doctor?"
"Abbott, Fuss!" shouted the Doctor, and Lieberwitz and his dog ran to the door of the apartment. They ran down the stairs and out of the building and out into the street. Upstairs somehow the Stranger managed to retrieve a lighter from a pocket with his remaining working hand. A spark from the lighter and the entire top floor of the building exploded.
"Down in the street Liberwitz sat on the kerb, Abbott sat next to him panting, looking around on guard, looking out for his master. Lieberwitz patted him affectionately. A moment later, Costello padded up next to them, looking slightly worse for wear. The explosion had removed all his living dog tissue leaving just the dog shaped endoskeleton. He sat down next to the Doctor on the other side and adopted a similar guard position.

Upstairs in the apartment a tiny green hexagon appeared floating in mid air in the middle of the room. It grew larger, then larger until it was six foot in diameter. In the middle the same warehouse background. A figure appeared in the background, a German Soldier in a grey uniform. At first he looked tentively at the portal, poked his rifle through first, then stepped through the portal into the apartment.

"Hamlet" from Hasslefree miniatures, Reaper miniatures Mad Scientist, WIld West Exodus Attack Dog

Playing the game

Some cowboys ready for a skirmish

When I was first getting into wargaming I would make regular excursions to my local GW store and take part in any and all competitive games I could. Every Saturday I would join in the giant anything goes game, shouting a giant "Waagh!" through the wall at the bakery next door before we started, stopping for lunch and all traipsing into said bakery to fill up on starchy goodness (meat and potato pie for me every time, twenty years later I can still remember how good those pies tasted.) and any game I played, I played to win. I have always believed in good sportsmanship and tried to be a good loser, but if I did lose, I would beat myself up about it afterwards. I would overanalyse my game and try and work out where I went wrong. It was always about trying to win the game, I treated each time I played a wargame like chess, the one and only objective was to win and each time I played it was about learning mistakes for next time.

Now, I'm not a great tactician, I'm not very good at chess either if I'm honest. I didn't have a great track record of winning, so over the years as much as I loved my hobby the actual gaming side of things began to be less enjoyable. I became increasingly frustrated with losing game after game of 40K or Warhammer. Where I did have fun however was in skirmish games, Mordheim and Warhammer historical Old West in particular. I also began playing Advanced Heroquest again, and over the years also branched out into some none GW products. (I'm not blaming GW products mind, I also spent a lot of time badly losing at Magic the Gathering too.) What I did realise though, was I enjoyed playing a game where there was a story being told. My interest in WW2 gaming started as well thanks to the encouragement of the Illustrious Opponent (He is a walking WW2 encyclopedia) as well as some other historical periods. What I did notice about the games I enjoyed was that we were basically telling a story rather than trying to win the game.

I have noticed that when I am playing any type of board game with my sons I obviously act as the defacto Games Master, a simpler version of the Dungeon Master in a roleplay game like Dungeons and Dragons. Because they are younger I tweak the rules slightly, giving them a slight advantage, possibly even changing the rules as we play to ensure they feel like they are being challenged but ensuring they don't get bored or lose all the time. I'm sure I'm not the only parent that does this, as they get older obviously I also allow them to get away with less, learning to lose is a lesson too. I try to teach them not to gloat when winning and not to get upset when losing. What I've realised I am doing with them is the same as a good Dungeon Master  in a roleplaying game, giving the players enough of a challenge to make them work for it, but if they constantly lose it's never fun and they will soon lose interest. One of the advantages I have found for having a privacy screen when DMing is that the players never see how well you actually roll your dice, sometimes you have to make up the odd fumble for an NPC. (If you are cheating the other way though, shame on you!)

The idea of the group participation in story telling isn't just restricted to roleplaying games. If you go down to your local church hall on a Saturday night to watch an evening of Wrastling (spelling on purpose) you as the audience all know to cheer the Face and boo the Heel. You know the Hero will win in the end and generally as a rule the audience participate in the story, even though you know the eventual outcome. This group tale telling goes right back through history, I'm sure there are plenty of other examples of group story telling. Casting my mind back to my A level theatre studies I remember there being something about "eyes on the course, not the finish." Sometimes there is a joy in a story on how you get to the end, we all know the Hero will defeat the villain in the end. In fact there also other parts of the story that we expect too, there is the expectation that the Hero needs to have a fail first, then fight back and win in the end.

All of this probably isn't news to you dear reader though. But what I have found is why not transfer this same attitude to wargaming. Recently the Illustrious Opponent and I tried out Blood Red Skies with a friend. Yes we were playing as a opponents, but we were also discussing what we thought the story of the engagement was, how we felt the rules were reflecting what the planes would have been doing in the sky. By the end of the second game all three of us were just willing the Spitfires to shoot down the last of the German bombers. The IO has just moved to a new place and not all hobby supplies have moved in yet, but a few clouds dotted on his dining table were enough for us.

Clouds were just for show on this occasion, but there are rules as well

The Spitfires take on the last Bomber

We did have to constantly have to keep remembering to place chits next to the planes to indicate they had been activated

The most fun wargames I have had recently have been where there have been three participants. Two players and basically a Games Master. I have had great fun in a days wargaming not actually rolling a single dice, but being the chap with the rulebook. If you have the luxury of getting three of you together it really does help as well having one person reading the rules while two others make the tactical decisions. Why not give that third person some extra things to do as well, coming up with random events, NPCs, ensuring the tale is told as well as just the right dice are rolled, responsibility for picking the background music? I propose that we no longer play wargames, rather we tell war stories.

It's been a year already.

That went by quickly didn't it?

It has been a year  (well a year tomorrow but I'm too busy to post tomorrow night.) since I started waxing lyrical about lead and plastic soldiers, dice, board games, terrain (I love the smell of fresh laser cut mdf in the morning.) and even the odd recipe. I wasn't sure I would be able to keep it up but looking at the stats I have managed an average of just over two blog posts a month. Not bad.

What have I learned in the process? What have I done? Well, just some of the highlights....

People around the world have read my blog, people in Moldova are interested in what I waffle on about. Hello Moldova!

There are other bloggers out there that waffle about toy soldiers too. Some of whom I have met in person as well.

I have attended a couple of shows, UK Games Expo was my first visit, other shows I'm an old hat at.

I have written for Wargames Illustrated, yes it's book reviews for their website, but it's still legitimate. I'm calling it a win.

I've not nearly painted enough, although writing this blog has encouraged me to get some painting done. I'll be the first to say I'm not an amazing painter and some of my models are painted just to a tabletop standard and don't photograph all that well, so they don't end up on the blog but I'm okay with that. Some I am proud of and I have learnt a bit about photographing models.

Recently I have been mostly painting livestock. It's been a running joke with one of my fellow gamers that every time we go to a show he buys me some random animals. (I'm not sure how or why it started but tradition is tradition.) So when the DM of my D&D group requested if anyone had random 28mm scale animals I declared I certainly did and a frenzy of animal painting began. Geese, sheep, badgers, bunny rabbits, pigs, partridges and cows are not the kind of thing I thought I would be painting back when I first bought my first Space Marine paint set.

So what will the next year bring? Well, I've still got plenty on my painting table from show purchases. Some Frostgrave soldiers still in the box, some dungeon scatter terrain from Bad Squiddo, a copy of Blood Red Skies to open and peruse, a whole Prussian Napoleonic army still to even start! So, plenty to keep this old grumpy wargamer out of mischief.

On the horizon the Illustrious Wargaming Opponent has agreed to assist me in a demonstration game at Colours 2020 (if they'll have us) so that is a target I have set us to work towards. Giving myself a deadline for a project means I'm more likely to get something done so tasks that need doing for that include:

Writing some wargame rules

Painting some models

Building a tables worth of terrain

Writing some background flavour text for the whole shebang.

Nothing like setting a challenge. It's in black and white now though, so we have to do it, my Wargaming Opponent has agreed to assist as long as I do all the public talking and let him just skulk in the background. That's fine with me, I just need him along for his extensive model collection and ability to build awesome looking terrain out of yoghurt pots and sticky back plastic.

And finally.

In case anyone is still paying attention, I just want to state that Playing With Lead is going to slow down just a little bit. I'm still going to blog but just not as regularly. I always knew that I wouldn't have as much to blog about after a while as some of the things I have talked about are things that have simmered in my head for a while before I started and now I'm only going to have things to blog about when they happen. Obviously just like everyone else, I don't spend all my day wargaming, painting and role-playing, but Playing with Lead isn't going to stop. I also have some other projects on the go that will take up some more of my spare time. But I will still be photographing anything I finish on my painting table and hopefully soon the Illustrious Opponent and I are going to squeeze in a game of Blood Red Skies, so I can report back on how that plays. (He will be reading this blog and finding this out for the first time, but it's Okay I know he can't resist coming over if I promise to do roast lamb.)

Vandalism with no reason

I felt compelled to write something about this horrible event. Although not wargaming related, I'm sure we all can relate to how these guys felt when they discovered  what had happened Saturday morning. Market Deeping model railway club had set up their displays for their annual show ready for Saturday only to discover Saturday morning four young vandals had systematically destroyed the entire event.

Now as hobbying goes, there is a lot of crossover with our hobby (there is always a lot of flock involved and talk of scales) so I immediately knew exactly how the club felt. I am also the son of a train modeller,  so my childhood  home had Hornby train sets in the loft. It doesn't take a lot to transpose the event in my imagination to one of the many small wargame shows across the country and imagine how it would feel if it happened to our community. Some of these club members had spent years on their models and I can imagine no amount of financial compensation can mean they can be replaced exactly as they were.

Now I know there are more important things in this world than toy trains and toy soldiers, of course there are. I'm not so naive as to claim this is the crime of the century. To some people though their hobby is what keeps them going. I am sure that we all probably know a fellow wargamer or hobbyist whose mental health is improved by their hobby. I think an excellent example of getting into the mindset of a hobbyist is watching the TV series The Detectorists. I know nothing about metal detecting, but that show explains exactly what it feels like to me to have a hobby. I definitely recommend binge watching the lot.

The warm hearted feeling follow up to this story comes now though. The club started a just giving page to raise £500 to recover some costs after the incident, last I looked it's at £67,000. There are multiple comments from the wargaming community as well showing solidarity by making a donation.

I can only hope the culprits learn to understand the impact their actions have had, I claim to be no expert in the field of punishment but I feel maybe they should be made to contribute some of their time to the restoration of some of the exhibits. Maybe they will then understand what effort goes into them. We could jump on our soapboxes and talk political about youth culture, crime and punishment, lack of funding for youth clubs, etc. Let's instead take away from this the fact the because of the power of the internet, this small group of "train geeks" ( I call them this with the greatest of affection) had a horrible thing happen to them, that last century if it had happened, that would have been the end of it. In the 21st century though, they have been told by the internet that they are not alone and we love that they love their hobby as we love ours. They can stoke the firebox again and eventually rebuild.

You can read the news story here.

The day I failed the Emperor or how I almost worked for Games Workshop

I have a confession. Back in 1999 I was a massive card carrying GW fanboy. But you know that already. I would go to Games Day every year, I still have an entire company of Spam all lovingly packed in foam trays ready for an apocalyptic battle one day. I have a scratch built cardboard Warhound titan for them as well. (I'm not forking out hundreds for a Forgeworld one. I have a beautiful, understanding wife, but there are limits.)

She is looking a bit lop-sided and sorry these days.

I'm better now, but back then I loved Games Workshop. They were my altar. Going to the store every Saturday morning to play a mass battle was my church. Before I tell you this story then, let me confirm that everything that transpired was in my own control, it was my fault, I am not blaming anyone and I have the utmost respect for the GW staff involved in this tale. This is not a griping tale of woe, this is a confession of youth.
The manager of the store I used to attend was a brilliant manager, us kids all had a lot of respect for him. As I said, I would regularly attend Saturday mass battles. (This was before the name Apocalypse existed but essentially the same.) and as it was a Saturday the store was also busy with people buying so the staff were kept busy. Therefore sometimes, us older players took control of the game and kept things under control.
One Saturday the manager took me aside and asked me the ultimate question. "Had I ever considered working at a Games Workshop?" Well, as you can imagine, I went dumb with excitement. He went on to explain that although he couldn't just employ me, he could nominate me to go to an interview with his area manager and if successful there, the job would be mine. Well, of course I said yes. Get paid to paint models and play games, as that old philosopher said, find a job you love and never do a days work in your life.

So, one, Saturday morning I put on a shirt and tie, my leather duster jacket with the Blood Angels pin on the lapel, my Imperial Eagle belt buckle and grabbed my official Games Workshop carry case with some of my best painted models. The first part of the interview was a group interview. The usual talk about yourself in the group, some icebreakers, including where you adopt the pose of a GW model and the other candidates try and guess the model. Thinking back, all models then were just holding a pistol and a sword or a rifle in a very similar pose, I'm not sure how any of us thought we could guess any of them. I sailed through the first round, that wasn't the difficult part. The one on one interview however, urgh. I'm not normally a nervous interviewee, never had a problem with job interviews before or since. I guess I just really, really wanted this job. I came across as someone who knew nothing about the product, couldn't explain what a Space Marine was. I knew the whole physical make up of a Space Marine inside out! I could tell you the whole tale of Horus's betrayal and eventual fight with the Emperor aboard his Battle Barge. In this interview, it was as if I had never even heard of GW. I was even given a second chance, I was asked to demonstrate a game of 40K to the interviewer as if they were new to the hobby. I played this in my sleep, and yet at that moment I knew nothing. I panicked that I didn't know the exact stat of anything and instead of just making it up, I froze.
Of course afterwards it was explained to me by all the GW staff I knew that it didn't matter if I didn't actually know the exact rules, they were just trying to hear how I would enthuse about the product, describe how a game would play. Well obviously, if I had known that beforehand I would have breezed the interview of course! Why didn't they just say that? I felt like they just didn't want to employ me and purposely made my interview over complicated to prove I wasn't good enough.

Looking back on the day, I realise now they bent over backwards to try and actually justify hiring me. The manager of the store that referred me must have really bigged me up.  Of course on the day none of this occured to me. They had stood me in front of a giant target with a bazooka and I had missed. I came out of the interview a failure. My friends tried to cheer me up with a trip to the cinema. I wanted to go see the new Mummy film, the trailer had looked awesome. They wanted to take me to see some new Keanu Reeves sci fi film called The Matrix. I was not happy, "What, like that godawful Johnny Mnemonic?"

And Finally,
Evidence that I did meet up with some fellow bloggers at Salute, pop on over to "Don't throw a 1" the blog of a lovely chap called Ray to see a photo of yours truly meeting up with the gang here.

Another year older

With my recent birthday I officially tilted over the hill as it were. It got me thinking, what legacy do I leave to my sons, what advice do I give them? Have I learnt anything in my 41 years on this earth?
So, here is a wargamers advice to his sons. Some may be a little tongue in cheek...

1. Craft knives are sharp, if it is being used to cut metal, it's going to make a horrible mess of your fingers at some point. Blunt knives are worse though because they jump about all over the place, replace blades regularly.
2. If you are going to use a Dremel to drill out the the rivets of a Hot Wheels car to convert for Gaslands, wear the damn safety goggles.
3. Always undercoat. There is no such thing as speed painting, apart from once a year at Salute.
4. If you are going to paint anything smaller than 20mm, do it while you are young and you can still see it.
5. Historical gamers may look down on sci-fi/fantasy gamers and they may look down on RPGers, but everybody looks down on LARPers.
6. If you are going to pour your own lead into moulds in the kitchen, it will put holes in the kitchen counter (Well, your Grandfather learnt that one, but it is still a valuable lesson.)
7. When making a spectacular crater filled gaming table, consider how the dice will fall when rolling them. They like to roll flat.
8. You can never have enough dice, buy more dice.
9. You will never paint all your models, just admit it, you will sleep better.
10. You could spend hours researching the perfect detail on a historical uniform, or you could, if asked, claim alternative history.
11. If you are going to spend a fortune on toy soldiers, spend a bit more on suitable storage. Don't let it get ruined by keeping it in a cardboard box that is going to collapse with damp in the garage.
12. Never wait for your friends to finish an army in the period you want to play. You will have to paint both sides if you ever want a game.
13.  There will always be shinier and prettier models and rulebooks.
14. Always undercoat in black so that if you miss a bit it just looks like a dark shadow on the model, unless you want the colours to pop, and then undercoat in white.
15. Scale creep is a phenomenon that we are just going to have to accept will happen. Measure creep, is on the other hand, just cheating and not acceptable.
16. There are loaded dice out there and people do try it. They should be made to swallow them.
17. Lose graciously, it's just a game. Just enjoy yourself, be a good sport.
18. Wargame the story, not the system, recreate a tale.
19. Don't be a metagamer. Nobody likes it.
20. Rulebooks aren't legally binding. If you want to come up with some house rules and you agree on them they go for it.
21. Better still, write your own.
22. Buy and paint a model because you think it looks cool and you think you'll enjoy painting it, you'll find a use for it later.
23. Don't make your hobby a chore. Remember you are not beholden to it.
24. Share your joy, in whatever way suits you, don't be embarrassed of your hobby.
25. Get out there and talk to other gamers. Unless they are LARPers, avoid the LARPers.
26. Wargaming will teach you many transferable skills. One of the most useful, how to find storage solutions.
27. If you are GMing a role-playing session, the longer you spend planning, the less likely your players will decide to follow the route you want them to.
28. You can paint kilts if you really put your mind to it.
29. You can also paint eyes if you really put your mind to it. Unless you are painting 8mm. Don't be a moron. You aren't that bloke that paints Mona Lisa on rice grains.
30. Be willing to try someone's else's game.
31. Always finish the base of your model. A flocked base makes a model look infinitely better.
32. Drilling and pinning is worth it.
33. You will superglue your fingers together at some point. Don't panic, just peel apart.
34. You definitely can never have enough dice.
35. There is no greater smell than the fresh smell of a newly opened board game or wargame.
36. Closely followed by laser cut MDF.
37. Be adventurous, scratch build, convert, surprise yourself.
38. Don't compare yourself to the painting competition winners, they are the exceptions to the rules. Paint to your own standard. You will improve with time, even if you never get to that unobtainable standard.
39. Invest in some good brushes, you'll be surprised at the difference it makes.
40. You will put your brush in your tea on the odd occasion, don't worry, it won't do you any harm, just don't drink the paint water.
41. Find an understanding partner. One that when shopping for a dining room table, considers the width as well as the length to ensure it makes a good gaming table, without even consulting you.

Post, Post Apocalyptic show post

Another Salute has been and gone.

This dude just kept popping up everywhere.

I did as promised, I did some live posting on Facebook of the day, although not loads as I was too busy enjoying myself. The journey wasn't terrible after all. All the panic about DLR stations being closed and finding alternative routes didn't phase the brother in law and I in the end. We made good time and in fact arrived in the queuing hall before 9am, a record even! Brother in law even had time to grab a coffee at Canning Town.


As I posted yesterday, it was a pleasant surprise to receive two models in the grab bag as we went in this year:

The model on the left is from Archon Studio. I've not heard from them before and the freebie did its job as I was intrigued and paid them a visit. They seemed to have a couple of prototypes of models and a generic dungeon terrain piece for D&D etc. A couple of things that did seem weird about the dungeon prototype was that they were stating it held together with magnets (not included) and their initial designs showed gridding on the floor but the model did not. Not really helpful for roleplaying on I suggested, this was received with a shrug. I wonder if this is a company to watch or are they going too big too soon. The sprue for the freebie model looks interesting though, I shall see how it goes together.

I was determined this year to not just shop and so one activity I wanted to do join in on was the speed painting competition. Twenty minutes to paint a Walking Dead zombie. Not really my kind of model, but I was determined to give it a go. There was a really fun vibe at the table with some great friendly banter. I didn't win the round, but that didn't bother me at all, it was the most twenty minutes fun painting I have had in a long time. I am definitely doing it again next year.

Brains...

So, shopping wise, what did I get? Well, I didn't get everything I wanted. I forgot that Perry don't bring metal, so no BEF, but that can wait. I did get my Frostgrave wizards that were launched yesterday and I also picked up some Frostgrave Female warriors, so some mix and matching and I shall make a couple of Female wizards too.

I made a visit to Bad Squiddo and had a quick chat with Sophie from Needy Cat Games who was helping out. We discussed our shared love of the need to populate a tabletop dungeon with physical items and so of course I picked up some of the new pieces, I shall be using them for Advanced Heroquest.

This is two sets mixed together. The sculpts are awesome.

I grabbed a years subscription to Wargames Illustrated so with my £20 voucher for Warlord I picked up a new villain for my WW2 game. Captain America will have to come out of the deep freeze again!

 I picked up Halvdan from Hasslfree miniatures and a rather dramatic looking Custer from Black Scorpion.

I managed to meet up with the Illustrious Wargaming Opponent for a grand total of around five minutes, but as he is the wargamer I spend most time chucking dice with, we both didn't mind I'm sure. We both compared notes later and I'm sure will do so more later. I did manage however to meet up with some complete strangers at a Bloggers meetup. As I get older and grumpier I convince myself that I don't have the energy to meet new people but in reality I guess I can still have a slight attack of the shyness, so I gave myself a kick and followed through on the promise to meet up with some fellow online scribes. A brief meet, but I did get a few tips and it is nice to know I am not alone out there in the blogsphere.
Finally, I need to make an apology. In my last blog I suggested avoiding Forgeworld at Salute this year and I would like to apologise for this. Not for the suggestion to avoid them, but for suggesting that they would be there. After all my talk of researching my visit I just assumed GW would be at Salute and they weren't.