Misadventures in modelling, painting and wargaming
I see a fantastic last stand, twisted bodies strewn everywhere, but one warrior emerges triumphant atop the stone steps!
Bloody hell, Michael, GET OUT OF MY HEAD.
That's made me chuckle! It's clearly been a long half of term if we are both thinking like this. :D
I'm smelling blue foam. Slate. Plastic. Polyfilla. Creating images of dramatic dioramas of myriad colours and sanguine festivities. Flesh. Armour. Blood. Little toy soldiers painted in celebration of figurine hobby-craft. I'm getting an after-taste of despair from friends and family...I'm trying to think what that program was called, now. Food and Drink? Where they would go all lovey-dovey over a glass of cheap plonk.
Oz and James would be proud. Aye, you're thinking of Food and Drink.