It's a dull Bank Holiday Monday here in Sheffield, and so I am at my desk preparing for my return to work in the morning.
It's been a very busy long weekend.
Friday saw Kayte and I travelling down to Nottingham for lunch at a cheeky little oriental place. I was in need of sushi and sashimi. I have to say tempura sushi is an experience worth repeating. The large Japanese population in Nottingham means that the food is pretty damned fine.
Thence, we made our way up to Warhammer World after calling in at a newsagents so that I could pick up my copy of 'The Chap' a fine sartorial magazine. And guess what? I was in in the mag in all my Death Eater finery after lightheartedly submitting myself for sartorial scrutiny in the guise of 'Damius Darkweasel'. It was a surprise that I was actually featured though :) But I am known by some (the poor deluded fools) as a narcissistic media whore , so it was good to live up to my reputation.
Anyway, I went into the Forgeworld store with the aim of picking up a 40K scale Warhound Titan (£370), two Imperial Knights £170 and a Fire Raptor gunship (£105) And a decal sheet for my Imperial fists army which arrives on the morrow. In the end, I followed a gut instinct (something I am deliberately doing of late with great success) to give it a day or so as I would get free delivery anyway, taking just the gunship and decals.
I spent the evening building the gunship - or at least trying to as it's a bugger of a model to build - and crawled into bed at midnight, which was a bad idea as I'd been working from 6AM to 21:30 all week.
Up at 5:15 on Saturday to carry on with the kit build and managed to send a pint of coffee all over my desk in the studio along the way. Then, off to Baslow in the locale of Chatsworth House for lunch with my mother-in-law at Il Lupo where I can always get a very passable Liver Veneziana. Home for an hour and a half before setting off to Leeds to see Adam Ant at the arena. Lots of well armed police outside the venue and full shakedowns from Showsec before we could get in. I spent a few minutes with to of the firearms officers debating the merits of the G36 against the older H&K platforms. I have to say it made me feel a lot more relaxed knowing that there were a dozen or more of these tooled up professionals outside the venue for 4 hours. Still. we left before the crowds, as I'd worked out what I thought was the best exfiltration route and a 10 minute start is always good.
It was 2AM by the time we got to bed and I was awake at 7AM (I had a lie-in) to walk the dogs and prepare for my mate arriving at 11AM for a game of WAB. I went back to bed with my coffee (this time IN the mug) and checked my various social media groups, to find... A Warhound Titan for £250 - FULLY PAINTED!
So I bought it... You see? The gut feeling was correct again... Yes, fully painted (I will do a bit of neatening) for £125 less than bare resin:
And the fate of the Norman general?
Then it was out into Derbyshire to find decent fish and chips for tea (and why the hell not?) and look for houses, with a relatively early night ending at about midnight, but not before I proved my gut unsting was right again and got two Imperial Knights, fully painted at plastic cost:
Up again at 6AM this morning to walk the dogs, but at last my energy has given up the ghost and I think I triggered a flare of my arthritis, so I was back to bed for 3 hours. I've been taking it very easy as I am in some pain, but I need to be fighting fit to do some heavy-slog basing for my clients at 7AM Tuesday.
However sitting still and checking the assorted gaming groups bagged me these:
The seller wanted £300 which I guess was OK, but in the end, he asked for £250, so I obliged him of course as it would have been churlish not to. OK, I need to do the basing, but I suppose I cant expect to always keep my hands clean at weekends, can I?