Tuesday, 21 October 2014

IPMS "STRETCHER BEARER!"

 I was right at home at my very first; the geek-a-thon that is IPMS. Too much stuff even to record. The warm buzz in the stomach and loins at the first sight of gorgeous gear arrayed in serried ranks. Every table and display ladened with stuff to drool over...
big juicy Typhoon...what's not to love?
I took the odd piccies of stuff mainly for reference....scales a plenty.
Typhoon bait...just lovely
 Staggering attention to detail was just par for the course
Wittmann Walloper 
 There are similarities to a wargame show. The 'pastry' of the traders around the edge of the sumptuous 'filling' of clubs and competitions...
Typhoon frozen food
 Paunches, pony tails and 'whacky' unwashed T-shirts with no one under 63 unless related to same. Just like an average wargames show/club/man cave....and, of course, you bump into someone you know from BC (before computers)
Review of recovery vehicles featured in Winch? magazine!
 It's all ritual magic of the most comforting type. War stories of Frog kits, old Tamiya paints and etched brass disasters/triumphs...and the chance to quiz traders. Yes, poor traders..."I notice you have the...but do you have the..."
 The only significant difference between a wargame pie and a modellers pie, to keep the analogy going, is that the traders generally sell multiples of small in one and a giant box of one in the other.
 Not always the case, I'm sure, but I'd never seen so many very large, tenderly held, boxes leaving anywhere...other than a funeral.
 I loved the 1/72 scale boats so much I went to a trader to ask about twin MG mounts for the MTB I have (but not yet made) at home...he told me how much...
 "STRETCHER BEARER!" went up the cry as I swooned to the floor (gibbering that I could have D'Erlon's Corps for that)
I'll huff and I'll puff
 After smelling salts brought me round I perused the rest of the show billing and cooing over the displays with an added admiration. Now that I know, not only the skill but, the commitment in cash terms of these chap's I realise their attitude is one of 'if it's worth the doing then it's worth doing accurately and to the highest possible standard'.
 And what a standard...
 Any scale...
 All the research...from 'what on earth is that?'
 ...to 'oh, yeah, that's one I know'...
the fellow's at the IPMS show, Glasgow 2014, are in a class of there own.

Well done all. I think I'll visit again next year DV.

Monday, 13 October 2014

The Unsung Hero's of Scenery

Steven, of that grand blog 'Sound Officer's Call' said "I love that you have a 1/72nd civil engineer on the staff". So, we thought we'd show you just what it takes to make scenery...it's not us, we fibbed. It is, in fact, our resident civil engineer Mr."Sandy" Brown and his magnificent team....
 Old road lifted, new road laid...
 Mr Brown inspects the job but has health and safety questions about the gradient...
 The door will have to come off for the battle as it should be jambed up with captured cannon.

 Cross roads at the ridge seems fair enough
 Sandpit ok...
 Doesn't like the look of this step!!
"I need a tree putting up here"
 The foreman arrives. He explains, helpfully that trees come under Parks and Gardens.
"Carry on, chaps"
 Just then the Duke arrives, mentions the weather, lets Copenhagen pee on the foremans boot, waffles about a fine show and canters off...
"General Picton! Get my tree up!"
 Picton is somebody suitable to converse with, and so get's the job.
"We'll hold 'em Pic, aye 'till you come up!"
 Picton goes to Gordon and tells him to get his men forward to the slope. Then wanders off muttering about 'eyes'.
Gordon then bellows over  to tell them, in his strong Scots brogue, that the Army will supply the tree but that the civil engineers dept. will supply the hole.
At last, the hole is authorised...
"Sah! Mr. Bran, sah! One Mk 5 shrub, green, upright for the standin' of... Sah!"
 A delivery arrives and must be signed for. It is explained that a Mk 6 has to be specially ordered in from Canada and is, in fact, a giant Redwood.
 Mr. Brown explains that it cannot be recovered from the vehicle until the 'official' tea break is over...at which point the redcap draws his service revolver and tells Mr. Brown that as he has signed for it he is required to....
"SAH! GET YOUR KIT OFF MY VEHICLE TOOT SWEET, SAH!

"Very good, Mr Brown...but a little to the left, I think"
 Sometime later all is completed. His Grace trots by to inspect.
"Of course, your Grace, a little to the left..."

 And so, our hero continues to provide the scenery we so carelessly dance on.

Next time: Lights, action, plastic.

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

Bitter Kitty Litter Fitter

 You know we like to make sand pies. The chaps came around and we mashed the sand that had dried hard but been fought over long enough and began again with the garden hose and the marigolds...nuff said. As you can probably tell from this piccie the sand is still a little damp. The flock (from Colin's recipe - just add celery) is showing as a stark contrast between light and dark but it will soften with the drying process. We're just mowing the grass for our next foray into the Waterloo scenario tests but the big disappointment is the road....
All seems quite normal, for grown up people who still play with toy soldiers, when you look at this scene. The higher the ground the lighter the flock. No trees or other vegetation (gamers not pictured) at this stage but the problem is with the road surface. Normally, cat litter, unused as far as possible, makes a good watermacadam style roadway.
 But, look at this! Looks like the local council laid it!
 It has not, as it usually does, conformed to the cut out gully and locked nicely into place...
 It has risen like a zombies cake...
 ...failed miserably to conform....
 ...and is stickier and slimier than a politician's promise.
 "Stone me..." says I " 'tis in worse nick than the Via Appia Antica after 2,000 years of Fiat's and gesticulations."
 No, no, no. this won't do at all. I'll have to call in the master road builder himself. We may need a custom built Colinius Maximus road for this one.
 This looks like leftover porridge...
 Crap, even from a distance. To be honest, it was a different type of CL but I may have used too much water. After all CL's job is to absorb moisture but I may have been too liberal.
 la Haie Sainte deserves better. I will have to experiment further, perhaps break down the water tension with a little liquid soap first and use less water over all.
 I didn't sort the clips for the roof as I still want to be able to take them off. Especially for WW2 games/skirmishes....
...and the inside walls look a little 'clean' and a bit like they are plaster board. The giant paintings floating in space looks a little weird too.

So, lots to do before we do the next part of our Waterloo pilots...watch this space