Give Me Entertainment Over War...

As you may have already read, I have decided that the time has come to draw a line under acquisitions of new lead after 45 years of gaming.

It's a conceit, a lie, that a gamer cannot die whilst they have unpainted figures. That's been proven wrong to me personally at least 5 times so far. Why, oh why, do we simply continue blindly buying lead which remains unpainted for decades in some cases, knowing full well that at the point of purchase we just pissed 35% of our money down the drain in lost value?

For me, this could equate to a four figure sum, and a hefty one, wasted every year. To sell all that unwanted/unpainted lead, I'd need a lot of dead relatives to use as a reason for selling. Easier to say, 'I'm addicted to a rather peurile pastime, and I have buyers remorse/been unable to control myself.

To this end, I have actually pulled the plug on another project, to stay true to my decision to simply focus on fantasy, the late 19th century 'imagined wars' and 15mm Renaissance, albeit with large collections of all of those.

That said, the way the world is going and given that I live within spitting distance of the newly established steel works in the Don Valley making barrels for AFVs and artillery, I feel pissed that my mortgage is almost paid off and that I have almost got my collections finished, just in time to see them all disappear a few microseconds before I do when we get nuked. Jolly D!

What with this, and my decision to retire from the show scene to a great degre, I am now looking for something else to pass the time. 

As it stands, I a m looking at more trips to the theatre. After all in Sheffield, we have several. Only last night we attended the last night of Bluebelle, by Theatre RE, and it was rather splendid. Minimalistic set design, more mime than doalogue and an excellent multi instrumental score, performed  by two musicians and a rotation of the cast. 

It was about the ghosts of a theatre, returning to tell a story, much in the style of mumming or the mystery plays. In places, it had the feel of the Kate Bush 'This Woman's Work' video or similar presentations of hers in the 90s, whislt still having originality that left one with a sense of hauntology, of it being something known yet forgotten.

Well, we clapped, we cheered, we 'BRAVO'd' and as soon as I got home, I booked to see another production next month. 

At this points, long term friends will be goggle eyed and slack jawed, because I have never, despite being a bit of an art tart, mentioned that I have a rather dirty little love of modernist theatre. 

But there you go. It's all change, and I am enjoying the change of pace and scene.

Who'd have thought?