That indeterminable thing that Von Clausewitz called 'friction' made this evening a case of 'no plan survives first contact with the enemy' (ok, so these are the view of two Germans and what do they know about winning wars - discuss?!).
The enemy in this case being 'Life' which got in the way of what we had planned from last week so - all change. I also forgot my camera so we are a bit sparce on photos this week. Something is better than nothing, so I did a faithful re-enactment of the final phase of the Close Quarter Battle skirmish as US troops storm into a Taliban held house (Americans win - of course!).
Rob's own change of plans enabled him to attend and bring along a bunch of late 16th Century religious nuts in a bloody fight about whether to follow the Sandle or the Gourd.
The BFG protagonists, meanwhile, had a relaxed game dodging the asteroids.
Next week is the long anticipated Grand Final of the 2008 Warhammer Tournament as Andy's Daemons (boo, hiss!) confront Vince's Orcs (boo, hiss!). Journalistic impartiality maintained there, I think.
The rest of the Club whose names were mentioned last week plus Gregg will be participating in Rob's 130th Anniversary game of The Battle of Isandlwana (or Asdawana if you are Bookmark - cretin!). Don't forget your tissues.