'Twas the week (or two) before Christmas, and all through the house was the rustle of quiet industry.
Mother was creating plum puddings and mince pies and trifles of many kinds.
Father was busy converting Spencer Smiths into panzer grenadiers with two-minute epoxy and a straight-edge razor.
I was fiddling about at the small desk in my loft bedroom with a number of half-pennies in a desultory fashion. I had just finished the Brig's 'The Cavalier Army'. What a cracking good read it had been; everything you could possibly wish to know about the Civil War. My brain was buzzing with the possibilities.
I had had an idea of what might be achieved upon the tabletops of Mars with numbers of pikemen and musketeers in the service of the King.
"Eureka..!" I muttered and drew up the following diagram upon a sheet of foolscap.
You know, I pondered aloud... I wonder if the Brig would be interested in this.
That called for a shot of VAT 69. And a small cheroot. I had to be careful not to overindulge as I had Finals coming up the next morning.
1 comment:
Ah, memories, the stuff of life. Funnily enough my first 25mm ECW figures are firmly linked with being in the loft in my memory. If only I could remember who made them… IIRC (doubtful) they appeared and disappeared in late 70’s.
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