It's Autumn And An Old Man's Mind Turns To Knobs, Knockers & Charles Dance
Gosh, is it really 42 and a half years since I began gaming? I fear it is. If I stop and think that I am heading towards 60, I have the mother of all panic attacks. So little time left for gaming and just quietly going about my business. I've suffered severe insomnia of late, so this has been one of the recurring '3AM Specials', those thoughts which crop up in all their technicolour glory in the dark pre-breakfast of the soul which is itself a product of not being asleep when you should be. I was just thinking, as I knocked out another 4 Denizen Miniatures, Federation Marines, listening to some Jethro Tull (to which I was introduced almost 40 years ago by my B.F.A.M, Roger and which made me buy 'Original Masters' as a primer) that the weather outside in all it's Autumnal misery made me yearn for one of my old solo trips into Sheffield city centre circa 1982 to gaze in wonder at the door furniture I always promised myself I would buy when I grew up, in 'Kno...