Bronshtein wrote:When I were a lad we had to dig the ore out o 't mines in Derbyshire, smelt it with charcoal we'd made ourselves in the Forest of Dean, carve the masters out of earwax, and make thousand piece armies one at a time using lost wax process. Fucking young'uns don't know they're born.
I might use that on TNP.
On the other hand I did use rules written by old gits. I sent off postal orders for catalogues and after 21 days wrote another letter saying where is my catalogue and then 14 days later perused the cyclostated pice of ***** that arrived with a snotty letter saying this is a hobby you know. Next I sent my father's cheque off and waited. Two months later a box of oddly shaped metal would arrive ready to be filed and scraped into a simulacrum of the photo in Military Modelling and by then you had forgotten why you wanted the bloody things in the first place.
Ah the joy!
It was all so much better in the Good Old Days!
Ah. Drilling out armpit tumors in pikemen and musketeers. Kids today. Don’t know how good they have it.
