An informal look at the people who visit, and the games that are played in my garage.
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
The 15mm game gets under way, Dom who is in fact standing on a box and does not have unnaturally long shins advances his Prussian rabble towards their impending doom at the hands of our master of the left hook, Steve Furzeland. Steve looks on whilst designing new medals to award himself on a scrap of paper. I appear more bemused than normal and try to decide when to fire the French Guard grand battery at the mass of Russians and Austrians to my front. I'll detail which Corps are which for those who like that sort of thing in a later post, though as we were given a certain amount of leeway in our deployment they're not historically accurate. As we are short of cavalry each of the mugs represents a corps of cuirassier or so it would appear by their deployment.