Who doesn't like a wizard on a giant pentagram?
I sometimes wonder what went wrong with teenagers, as I have wondered this morning upon hearing on Radio 4 of the horrific knife attack on children in Southport. I'm glad that I grew up in the 70s and 80s, which, despite being dangerous, with punks and skinheads chasing long-haired types like your author around the streets and in one memorable instance, the Manchester Arndale centre - a great way to window shop at high speed, you rarely heard of such savage behaviour as unfolded yesterday in what is a quiet West coast town which I have fond memories of. The world is going rapidly insane... Anyway, let's head back to the 80s and the aethereal world my peers and I lived in... I spent my weekend cleaning and priming almost 500 old school minis, including 140 Chaos Warriors, 224 Night Goblins and 132 Lesser and Lesser Night Goblins, ahead of shipping around 30 kilos (gotta love the physical presence of old lead) off to my painter, signalling the end of Project Weird Shit. True, ...