Monday, 25 May 2015

Just broken through!

Thanks to all! At last we've broken through the 89,246 barrier and crashed headlong into 92 followers...I should have been looking where I was going, sorry.
They said I was mad, but I'm not AND I have a certificate to prove it.

Hopefully there will be many more minutes of this mildly ridiculous drivel coming your way.

The scenery was prepared this week for the great testing of liver/kidney function and renal fitness that is the 200th anniversary of everyone and his missus saying "...and I'm telling you WE won the battle of Waterloo"...not to mention that the French (gotta love 'em) saying that there was no Battle of Waterloo but an action at Mont St. Jean at which place they decided to deliberately not win because Napoleon, with everyone picking on him - and anyway he had a tummy ache that day, or piles, decided only to win the first half and call it a draw but he was betrayed by Ney, or Fouche, or his foreign minister in collusion with the tooth fairy.

Anyhow, in order to reach a definitive conclusion we plan to push plastic soldiers around a table while eating and drinking too much then collapsing into fits of laughter chucking peanuts at each other and ordering a taxi to the restaurant. This, we are convinced, will settle the whole question once and for all...unless it doesn't, in which case we'll probably do it all again in another 200 years time.

Keep a mildly interested eye on this space.


Wednesday, 20 May 2015

Rollin', Rollin', Rollin',

Colin and I set off from our smoky and poverty stricken village to go towards the bright lights of the big city to war-game with the big boys...
Colin can read so he was the French. Ferdy and I, eyes dimmed with age and hearing aids turned up to 11, were the Army of Austria. The year is 7 minutes past six and we advanced to cries of "Bring out your lead!" All went well...until we began to play

 Austrian artillery took position near the grave yard (a bad omen if ever there was)
 The 18mm figures marched purposefully towards the beer mats...
 Meanwhile, the French outflanked...
 ...then took the town...
 ...and all the high ground
 Never the less! Onward, onward marched the ineptly led Austrians!
 Guns roared and thundered as octogenarians, shuffling with their zimmers, squinted to see what I was crying about
 The French broke through! Colin rolled as though there was six spots on every side of his dice...
 "Vive l'Shako 2!" they cried. Unstoppable on their march, driven on by innumerable 6's, they parried the cavalry and skewered the columns.
 Soon the Austrian army was in glorious head long advance to the rear!
 More 6's than the Aussies against England. The rules work! We are slaughtered!
One more shot of the guns (it's a glorious 1) and the Army breaks and flees the field in joy to the chant of "Vive l'Shako 2!" ringing in our hearing aids...

Thanks to the Ferdy at the Tradeston for the invite. this is the first post done with my phone. Technology, eh? I just need to check with my grand daughter that I've done it correctly.



Monday, 4 May 2015

ENDEX - Those who play with fire...

Assault pioneers get second bite of the cherry...
...and are cooking with gas this time..
 T34/85's burn fiercely
 ...but flame, shot and shell mean nothing to the Russian soldiers on the ground
 The long march from the gates of Moscow and all the suffering of the Russian people is now turning into an astonishing victory...and the troops know it!
 ...they just have to endure a little longer...
 The last of the German armour throws itself into hopeless counter attack to try and buy time for the infantry to withdraw in some kind of order...
 The infantry heads west
 Under fire, seemingly from every quarter, the Pioneers dash to the haven of the towns stout walls

 A short, sharp counter attack goes in...
 ...against fearful odds and with little hope...
 ...bullets and AP rounds deluge the concentrating targets.
 Then comes a regimental shoot from the Katyushas, Stalin's organ, to obliterate any hope of making a stand.
 It's time to run.
 With the arrival of the first of the main force the flood of armour and men looks impossible to staunch. The Germans have nothing left to answer with.
 The last 81mm rounds land and the crew bug out asap.
 In the hail of rounds the town begins to burn...

 A significant number of the German infantry outrun the onslaught and will live to face the next disaster...
 The town and their armour is left to burn

Good game. Definite Russian victory.

Thanks to all the guy's for seeing the scenario through to the bitter end. Thanks too for the kind comments on all this nonsense...

Next: We pack up and prep the terrain for the big 200....Waterloo.