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 :
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.
“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
On a 6 x 4 table of green mdf
Against generals called Simon or Alan or Geoff.
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.
“ 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.
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…
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.
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?”
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.. "
"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.
And built with instructions as written.
Then, glued with epoxy
And with these, by proxy
We re-fought the Battle of Britain.
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:
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.
Henry:
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
