26th November 2013


      Its nearly Xmas and our sale starts on Friday, time to complete those armies or buy some new and save a heap of cash lol, just in time for the sale we are releasing the  following New figures

15mm Tibetans for our Nineteenth Century Asia Range

15mm Napoleonic - Austrian Jager (AN07), Austrian Grenze (AN10)

                           - Russian Jager Skirmishing (RN09)

                           - Prussian Jager (PN04)

15mm Revolutionary Wars - French Heavy Cavalry(RWF13)


We have more in the pipeline for December including New Napoleonic Spanish and New Indian Mutiny

       Our over worked designers me included are starting our 2014 release next week I am posting the lists of the initial figures in January, the ranges are 15mm  Early Crusaders and 15mm Sikh Wars, and hopefully some pictures of some codes from this release.

        Now for something different a friend and customer wrote the following poetry hope you like :


"Oh what a lovely war"

Last night a war took place where no-one died.
It took place in a pub in Camden Town.
With several hundred soldiers on each side
Who represented armies of renown.
Commanding generals, well-supplied with beer
Deployed their armies on the battlefield
Where not one soldier manifested fear
Or ran way, or tried to hide or yield.
For nearly three full hours the armies battled
And by that time the fighting was all done.
'Twas sound of dice, not musketry, which rattled
The generals shook hands and agreed who'd won,
Then left without a shred of shame or guilt
For in a wargame, no-one's blood is spilt.





The Generals

“Good evening there, Andy” the General said

When I met him last night on our way to the pub,

And we carried in holdalls our legions of lead

As we both made our way to the wargaming club


Where we led our lead armies to glory or death

On a 6 x 4 table of green mdf

Against generals called Simon or Alan or Geoff.


Harry Patch


Harry Patch

was the last of the batch

of those packed and despatched

to the slaughtering match.

He survived 90 years

after hell in the trenches

to remind us all

of the grave consequences

when we send men to war

with no coherent plan,

like the hundreds killed so far

in Afghanistan.


 The Veteran

“ Grandad, what did they give you those medals for?”

“Standing in mud in a hole in the ground,

Watching my mates being cut down by the score

Lying in mud till the medics came round.


 Wielding a rifle in snow, sleet and rain

Trying at all times to keep the thing dry,

Marching with full kit, which caused my back strain,

From one place to another to see more men die…


Eating foul rations, whether hot warm or cold;

Being abused by the sergeant; screamed at or worse;

Having many a comrade who never grew old;

Learning to say “Yes, sir” “No, sir”, and curse.


“Did  you kill any enemies?” “I really can’t tell.”

I was too busy dodging machine gun and shell

And trying to cope with my terrible fears.

 “Where did you march to, during those years?” 


“Don’t know. They were spots which were marked on a map.

There were some happy moments, but mostly not fun.

I Thank God I survived without major mishap

And when it was over they told us we’d won..   "


The Fighter Ace

 "Rat tat tat" went the guns of the Spitfire

 And the Messerschmitt blew up; Kaboom!

As the RAF pounced.

The 109 bounced

When it crashed to the floor in my room.


My planes were all purchased from Airfix

And built with instructions as written.

Then, glued with epoxy

And with these, by proxy

We re-fought the Battle of Britain.



Our young lives were never in danger

And we were just playing, it's true.

But by having fun

Whilst battling the Hun

We paid our respects to the Few.


Amongst the Roman Consuls Incitatus was unique
Though several historians regard him as a freak.
The Emperor Caligula, assured of his divinity
Promoted Incitatus, which he viewed with equine-imity
He could not speak in the Senate or lead legionaries in force
Due to the simple fact that Incitatus was a horse.


Pyrrhus of Epirus, who terrorised Rome
Paid a visit to Argos and he ain't going home.
Once so full of life, he is now lying dead
'Cos an evil old bat threw a tile at his head.
Though his army had elephants, swords and sarissas
They could not protect him from this missile-armed Missus.

To have a fine son was King Henry's main hope.
When Queen Kate couldn't have one, he petitioned the Pope.
"If I make a donation, can I have a divorce?".
When the Pope said "No". Henry resorted to force.
There then followed decades of turmoil and strife
Whilst Henry kept changing his previous wife.
Two more Kates, two Annes and a lady called Jane
Still the search for the perfect wife ended in vain.
We now know why Henry spent so long at war.
He was steering well clear of his mothers-in-law.


Andy Finkel




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