The wanderer returns

The Battleshed lights flicker on. The familiar aroma of paint, glue and that particular mustiness associated with sidestreet bookshops. Grimhag the resident spider has been busy the last few weeks. She must have had her spidery friends over for a party judging by the web festooned chariot racing construction site on the Battleshed table. Crunch. Bugger! Stepped on a miniature. Pulls it from the dust. Well, the infantryman can at least shoot around corners now!  

Somebody wake up Hicks!

My second chance to play Alien vs Predator: The Hunt Begins yesterday with the ill-fated Colonial Marines tasked with putting out fires on the dilapidated USCSS Theseus

They're coming outta the walls!

As some of the Battleshed visitors have commented whilst I suppled so-called background music from my phone, 'You never know what you'll get next!' 

And it's pretty much true with this blog I think. Dwarfs followed by 18th century British Regulars to...Aliens. Proper, scary, acid-for-blood type aliens. And cold-blooded Predators. And tooled-up Colonial Marines...