29 October 2014

Almost There (and musings about my hair)

After 4 weeks of voluntary sobriety, I am pleased to say that I'm very nearly at the end of Sober October. Being sober for so long has probably (marginally) assisted in my weight-loss programme, and has certainly given my body a rest. I've slept better, that's for sure.  But what it has done more than anything else is give me clarity and focus. For instance, just last night, I realised how much balder I have become in the past year.  I've been receding for years, but at a slow pace.  The difference now is that the scalp at the crown of my head is finally - in parts - pushing up and out into the daylight. I've never really noticed this before, such is the incremental creep of Male Pattern Baldness, but it jumped out at me yesterday like a revelation: I'm going bald, maaaan!

I decided a couple of years back that the best way to defeat nature was by taking matters into my own hands, so I started to use clippers. That's part of the reason I haven't noticed so much, as I try  to keep a very tight crop, almost to the bone. Also my naturally silver hair (cheers Dad) has made any obvious baldness a little less noticeable.  However, any diversion from my regular clipping regime has started to highlight the natural deforestation underway on my pate. 

A further side effect of my follicular travails is what I call 'The Halo Effect,' whereby even extremely severe cropping is unable to prevent light from reflecting off of my silvery stubble in such a way as to cause me to resemble a saintly figure from a stained-glass window scene.  People have fallen to their knees in my presence due to a surprise break in the clouds seemingly causing me to be transfigured before their very eyes.  Or maybe that didn't happen, but you get the gist.

Anyway, 3 more days of sobriety left. Ho-hum, etc...

19 October 2014

Quotes of the Week

"You should stand a bit closer to the razor."

(Great-uncle-in-law Lynn commenting on my unkempt appearance.)

"I don't like peanuts..."

(Drunk step-son to nurse at A+E who asked whether he had any allergies.)

15 October 2014

Sober October

I'm 15 days into what represents a MASSIVE challenge: Sober October.  I've never been more than 14 days without a tipple since I became old enough to drink, and that was due to illness.  I'm a little and often sort of gent, and booze is a massive part of my life (but not in a health-damaging way, honest).  These are uncharted waters along the route of my life journey.  Please, if you're able, donate to my Sober October page to help MacMillan Cancer Support:

I'm off to have some lemonade...

14 September 2014


Autumn is probably my favourite time of year.  Or at least early autumn (or the time summer moves into autumn), with its subtle changes: cooler, nippier mornings and clearer evenings.  It makes me think of conkers, early morning coffee in town, shared restaurant meals and stepping out into the night after a few beers, my breath misting up in front of my face.  Different parts of my (very limited) wardrobe get to make an occasional showing, with bobble-hats and fingerless gloves to the fore.  That'll be a little later on, as at the moment it's still pretty warm for September, and I'm knocking about in shorts and flip-flops.  I even got a little bit of sunburn down at the caravan last week, which was a huge surprise.  We sometimes go away this time of year as well, so I tend to get a bit twitchy for the The Balearics, but even a trip to warmer climes to prolong summer can't take the sparkle off of a good September in Wales.  

I think the word 'wistful' is the best way to sum up my feelings at this time of year.  There's something about it that makes me indulge in nostalgia and reminiscences.  

Something happened yesterday: we moved my wife's son (my stepson) down to Exeter where he'll be studying Mechanical Engineering for 4yrs.  It's been one hell of a wrench, surreal really, but it's done now.  The day was spent doing all the practical stuff, so the goodbye was a bit 'blink and you'll miss it,' but the drive home was exactly the sort of 'wistful' that I associate with this time of year.  Exeter to Cardiff ain't a bad drive, and the sun was setting over on our left for most of the trip.  The way we were feeling and the stuff we talked about just made it a day I'll never forget.  Interesting times ahead...

It's our anniversary next weekend as well.  2yrs married.  That's another reason for my love of autumn: we met on Mar 21st, spring equinox, and married on 21st Sept, autumn equinox.  There's a nice balance about that.  We'll be heading out west for the weekend, down at our getaway.  If the weather holds it's going to be magical.  

Anyway, chicken dinner time now.  I want this feeling to run and run.  In the meantime, here's another shot of my ongoing battle with a RT-era space marine.  Progress has been sluggish to say the least.  Still, Rome wasn't built in a day.

1 September 2014

NATO Madness

NATO is having a summit round these parts.  I'm not sure why as it has an HQ somewhere.  But we've got all sorts of stuff going on.  It starts properly 4th Sept, but it's been ages in the making.  We've got a ring of steel in Cardiff town, with fencing all around the castle route and stuff.  There are scanning points for people on foot.  There are helicopters doing the rounds.  Proper gunships.  It's like we're in the middle of a military operation.  That's probably because we're in the middle of a military operation.  There are police carrying machine guns in town.  MACHINE GUNS.  This is Wales, man: machine guns happen in films and all that.  There are police from over 40 forces down here.  The roads are chockful of police wagons, cars, 4x4 vehicles, the lot.  And it's going to get worse (or more exciting, whichever).  This is truly historic stuff.  And that means we're probably in the most dangerous place in the UK at present, especially given the terrorist threat indicator being cranked up to its second highest possible level.  Shit is imminent supposedly.  Or at least the 'chance' of some shit is imminent.  Big difference there.  The flipside is that the place is so well armed that we're most probably in the safest place in the UK.  Sweet irony.

Here's hoping that we survive this one.  Could get a bit hairy.  Obama, Merkel, Hollande... they're all turning up.  We've got a massive (metaphorical) target painted on this city.  And poor Newport!  They're hosting the actual summit at the ghastly Celtic Manor hotel.  I say ghastly, it's just pretty vulgar.  It's also 5-star, and built for business.  Whatever, I'm just waiting for the massive riot that's bound to kick off at some point.  As long as they put everything back tidy, I can handle that (just about).  Something to tell the kids and all that (disclaimer - I don't have kids).

Oh, and there are six warships in Cardiff Bay.  This is seriously serious.  Seriously.

25 August 2014

BBC Article on Fighting Fantasy Books

A lovely little treat reared its head on the BBC website this morning: an article about Fighting Fantasy. The link:

I particularly enjoyed reading about the wacky religionists's responses to the dangers of Fighting Fantasy. There is also a link in the article to the furore that Dungeons & Dragons caused in it's heyday, a subject the Beeb covered back in April. 

It's superb stuff.

Edit: I just remembered a vicar coming into GW when I was a yoof. He laid it on thick. I wish I was as switched on then as I am now, as he was ripe for a put-down, probably something about us yoofs at least being aware of the fantasy (i.e., made up) element of the games we were playing, an irony a vicar might or might not have understood given his reliance on an ancient rulebook and unconfirmed sky gods.

And a marginally progressed shot of my Space Marine just because I feel guilty about my lack of painting:

10 August 2014

Heroquest Ending

Sad times at mill: after 5yrs of fun, we've completed the original campaigns on Heroquest. The stepson and nephew are 18yrs old now, but we had one final showdown and completed the final three levels over the last two nights. Great times have been had, but we'll have to delve into Kellar's Keep and Return Of The Witchlord to keep the fun going (if indeed we ever get the chance again, with one off to Uni and the other after an apprenticeship). End of an era, potentially. 

6 August 2014

Tiny Painting Success

In an attempt to simulate the high-octane world of sloth copulation by means of figure-painting, I think it's fair to say that I've possibly reached a stage that represents the removal of said sloths' clothes, or at least the female's bra. Don't get too excited now. I certainly didn't as I spent an hour squinting and painting in poor light last night:

Feel free to play 'spot-the-difference' with earlier posts, and then also feel free to feel deflated at the lack of progress. 

27 July 2014

My Top Ten Miniatures Ever

The above image has been floating around lately, as people have been listing their top ten miniatures of all time. My top ten is below. I found it hard separating out the figures from favourite paintjobs and got tangled up in all sorts of shapes. In the end I ignored the dispute in my brain and just chose stuff I like. I've thought about this over several days, farming images and all that. I could have chosen a top 50, so ten was rock. Here they are:

Sir Monne de la Monte. Great name. Paladin niceness.  Got him.

Moon Face. What?! A classic. Want him.

Wizards with chainsaws - unstoppable. Want him.

Always tickled me this one. The best of the Thruds. A bitch to paint though apparently. Want him. 

Bit of a cheat here: all the Heroquest figures. Seminal. Great memories. Got them.

A bonafide legend. Had him. Sold him. Stoopid.

Another bonafide legend: Slambo.  Got him.

Reprazenting all Ork Nobz. Got this one. Would like several more please.

Goblin wolf riders for the win. Want them, never free and easy enough to pay for them.

Humour, silliness, Snotlings. Want them.

Here's a list showing what went through my head. Throw in a liberal browse through the Combat Cards, 'Eavy Metal and saved favourites in coolminiornot, it's been exhausting:

Marauder Dark Elf
Sir Monne
Ogre Hryythog
Ork Nob
Dwarf smoking pipe
Marauder Warrior Colombari
Snotling Barrel
Kev Adams Gobbo
Snakey Chaos
Double-end Weapon Minotaur Slannesh
Thrud scratching head
Heroquest - all of
Gandalf - ME version
Jesus Fish thing
Chaos with scythe and devil sign hand
Pointy-beard Inquisitor Terminator
Orc Champion, front of Combat Cards
Dwarf stilts
Dwarf on toilet
See side of AHQ box for figures
Beakie tech marine, RT-era
Nurgle fly head
Original Leman Russ
Talisman Elf, both variations
Ork Goff Rockers

I think it's time for a rest. Doing this on a mobile phone has ruined me. 

21 July 2014

RT-era Marine "progress" and wishlist

For a man as busy as me, actually daubing some paint onto a mini is a great achievement. Hardly much to write home about, but some paint found its way onto a figure lately. See the image below. Most recently, and as a means to inspire, I've been fantasising about doing one thing in particular, something I've been meaning to do for the last couple of years: get in touch with Martyn Dorey so as to visit his home and his unfeasibly glorious collection of Citadel miniatures. Furthermore, I shall be looking to get together with him and the Tman, aka freakinacage, aka Tim Manning, for a painting session at Firestorm. That'd be about ideal I'd say.

16 July 2014

The North

Work has seen fit to pack me off to The North later. Not 'The North' of English fame, but rather the north of Wales. The north-west actually, and particularly Caernarfon. I'll be wending my way along the A470, through the heartland of Wales and Mabinogion country. It's an epic place, full of myth and mystery. I may be chased by giants or find myself transported to the otherworldly Annwn. If I make it back I'll almost certainly be a changed person. If I don't, I'll be found with King Arthur and Owain Glyndwr having a pint of mead and planning an incredible return. Safe journey...

11 July 2014

Flying Ants Pt.2

After my efforts of last week, I was devastated to see three more queens make their way out of another section of skirting board. I ended up sealing the entire length of wall, between wooden floor and skirt, with clear silicone sealant. The exterior on the pavement side needs re-filleting before the house turns into Insect World. It's becoming a mania. These ants are haunting my dreams. My fear now is that it'll happen in the living room. Twitchy.

10 July 2014

eBay Citadel Silliness Pt.2

Performing a u-turn, I decided to carry on with my eBay adventures via the Best Offer route, and I've actually achieved something near a satisfactory settlement for x2 pieces. The key to reaching a heightened state of eBay bliss in this instance was to make both purchases through the same seller, so as to receive a decent postage reduction. It takes comms and haggling, but the seller I was dealing with played his hand perfectly. It was the opposite of the Monty Python beard purchase scene in Life Of Brian. Very smooth. I think the Best Offer set-up is a seller's means of achieving a sensible price without the risk of a decent piece selling for 99p by accident, but without the blind stupidity of a high BIN price. A decent seller will listen to bids and haggle, but if someone feels the need to pay a bit more to secure the win then I suppose everyone is happy. Except for one bellend who had Best Offer set up on his auction but with a reserve as well as a BIN price. What a massive twat.  People like that need a good, physical drubbing, etc. 

There are so many Citadel miniatures up for grabs at any one time on eBay that I know in my very bones it should be a buyer's market, but we're not seeing the benefit. I'm definitely going to have to progress with the approach I used this time, and hopefully the experience will be as positive. The seller is a magicusermodels, which I'm more than happy to share after my positive experience.  The figs:

And have you seen the price of Skaven these days? You couldn't give them away before. Robbing bastards. 

5 July 2014

eBay Citadel Silliness

Genuinely miffed at my recent forays on eBay. Trying to buy Citadel miniatures for a decent price is becoming nigh-on impossible due to the biggest sellers (or a majority of them at least) upping the ante with high-end Buy It Now prices or else auctions with daft starting prices and over-priced postage costs. My hope is that we're looking at a buyers' market that's going through a blip, and a bit of sense from the buyers (and by that I mean not forking out daft amounts) might see a bit of normality restored. There are still some big sellers who will start at £0.99 and use a sensible postage policy, but it's not the norm any more. And as they're so well regarded in citadel collecting circles, they're pieces sell for high prices. Can't grumble about that, as it's what eBay is about. Flat, over-priced BIN prices do my head in though: put it out there on auction, list it in comprehensive fashion/format, and see where it all ends up. I've seen my own auctions go for just about (personally) acceptable amounts, purchased by some big sellers, only to see them re-auctioned with incredibly optimistic BIN prices. And I see them automatically relist due to the high prices, sometimes multiple times. But here's the crux: a big seller can play the waiting game, and when some dickwad finally pays the OTT price, the seller wins. They inflate the market by using this policy. And that's economics I suppose, but it is a manipulated economy. Does my head in. 

4 July 2014

Flying Ant Invasion

I'm used to seeing flying ants at this time of year, but it's a different story when the blighters are using the house as a den of iniquity.  I found them squeezing out of a hole in the skirting board in the dining/kitchen area, before attempting to engage in sexual congress.  I reckon I hoovered up about 20 queens and roughly the same amount of feller ants.  Some male remnants near the french doors suggested there had already been some funny stuff.  I had to liberally employ PVA glue to seal up the skirting board.  I'm now waiting for the inevitable secondary invasion when they find their way out of another part of the skirting board, and I'm getting well twitchy the more I think about it.  They have massive underground systems don't they, and when the fliers really come out properly, it's a proper swarm.  I'm bricking it frankly.  I love nature outdoors, not indoors.  Since spring we've had to deal with a fruit fly invasion and a sustained assault from woodlice, as well as having to watch out for snails.  Now the ants.  It's like Jumanji in here.

Cadbury's Sinister Agenda?

Talk about hiding in plain site:

I think it's quite clear what the real agenda is here. I normally see this look in town when people have over-indulged on the old disco biscuits. Cadbury are brazenly acknowledging the effect their products have on nippers. Child stimulants.

3 July 2014


Thursday night is 5-a-side night. Thursday Night Football (TNF) has been running for years through work, though it's been played on Wednesdays and Tuesdays at various times. I need it like I need food and drink. It's a quality skit. It's also currently my only real exercise in the week, as I've eased off of jogging. My bike is gathering dust too.  Terrible times for my weight-loss initiative (i've got a graph and all sorts). Actually, I'm possibly a pound or two lighter than this time a fortnight ago, and I'd like to be able to say the same two weeks from now. For tea I had croque monsieur, so I'll need to run for two. Grim. 

Long live the dream.

Edit: it finished 99-98. We had 12 players. It was beyond incredible. TNF forever. 

1 July 2014

Greenskinz and Eldar ebay purchases

I poichased two pieces recently, stripping one down in dettol. Here are the pieces, with an additional greenskin just for the love of it all:

With the Eldar piece, I want to go either Dire Avenger style with the blue/yellow and the classic white/black plume, or else a bit more old-skool with the green/yellow look of the 80's, the type where there are reddish accents here and there and the suit looks organic. Saying that, I found a nice look in a compilation of 'Eavy Metal. Not sure how it'd come off on the Eldar piece I have, but I do have a Scout it'd suit:


The greenskin I bought is the WFB piece, just because I need to paint some skin. His face is class. The other I got very cheap for RT-era Freebooterz. Here's a nice example of it painted. Inspiring stuff:

26 June 2014

Oldhammer definitions

In Half Man Half Biscuit-esque fashion, a debate is raging (okay, not raging, bit certainly taking place) right now about what Oldhammer is and what it should/shouldn't be. The usual locations offer up the most debate as expected, and here they are:

Interesting stuff. 

As far as my relationship with Oldhammer goes, nostalgia is the key to the whole thing.  I had no idea about Oldhammer until I came across realmofchaos80s, and I'm thankful that I did. I don't recall seeing any terminology of the sort during my previous incarnations on coolminiornot; nor did I (nor do I) see much reference to it in my forays into fu:uk (or at least not so much if at all in the past, but more so now). I always veered towards 'old skool', using the term in a completely complimentary fashion on coolminiornot when rating/commenting on paintjobs, and I even now have a fair old selection saved under my favourites on that site, 90% of which is mid-80's to early-90's stuff. There would be even more in there if Sturmhalo (see Stone Cold Lead blog) hadn't whipped his stuff down. He operates on fu:uk as Doremi Fasol Latido these days. I live in hope that his full collection of photos makes it back onto the etherweb one day. Anyway, digression aside, I came back to painting for about the fourth or fifth time recently, and it was when reading the afore-mentioned realmofchaos80s that I stumbled upon the Oldhammer thing. It was a revelation, an eye-opener, something to get excited about. And it's obviously not just me, as prices for older Citadel minis have doubled on eBay over the past year or two. Whether that's something that'll subside once everyone gets a bit sensible in refusing to over-spend or not, I don't know. It does get a bit daft though, with BIN prices somewhere between 2 to 3 times what some proper auctions sell for. Anyway, digressing again.

Oldhammer, in my view, is now suffering from what happens to all well-intentioned 'movements' (or even movements made without any intentions) once they gain mainstream-ish acceptance: increased participation and 'membership' leads to increased views and opinions, which in turn leads to splits in definition and understanding. In other words, its success is what's causing the current debate, and that's a good thing. But trying to pin down a nebulous idea is going to prove difficult for anyone, so I think the debate will rage on. I'm sticking with nostalgia - no-one can argue or tinker with that, personal thing that it is.

25 June 2014

Lawrence of Arabia

After many tens of seconds of slog, sweating freely as we struggled through the blinding white sand, our goal finally appeared before us. Exhausted, befuddled, addled even, we clambered down to the azure sea, slipping as the sand gave way beneath us. How long had we perambulated under that blazing sun? Three, maybe four minutes. Certainly no more than four-and-a-half. It was a miracle that we had survived so long, weighed down by fold-up ASDA chairs and a bag of beach paraphernalia, but we'd done just that. It was as much as we could do to seek out a favourable spot and set up the chairs, flopping into them, bereft of energy. Tough times indeed. 

17 June 2014


They don't make trees like this any more do they:

And while we're at it, how about a panorama of a near-empty beach on a Saturday summer's afternoon? It's why we graft all week, see. I'm sure most folk can work out  that it needs to be  turned...:


It's time again. Papillon and me, me and Papillon. Do it Papi!


I've discovered the newest sensation in display/basing: cuttlefish. And it's free for a beachcomber. The stuff is hilariously brittle, but the sea does some wondrous things to it. For instance:

I sealed it with a lacquer then sprayed it with grey primer. The stuff is so soft on the one side that you can press a tab into it and glue into place. The other side is a lot tougher though.

It makes my regular trips to the caravan at least doubly exciting, and they're exciting enough already. Incredible stuff. 

The budgies will be up in arms.

10 June 2014

Some Progress - RT-era SM Capt.

Not exactly setting the world alight at the moment, but getting some colour onto this piece has been enjoyable, though due to starting the piece and forgetting the scheme then reconstructing the scheme differently, I have had a bit of difficulty maintaining the look.  Anyway, early days (if you count starting it over a year ago 'early days').

8 June 2014

Self-indulgent Clap-trap

The BBC is a great institution, but they don't half throw up some guff.  I can't fault the fact that it allows opinion of all sorts, for what else should we expect from a public service?  A chance for free speech certainly, so it's nice to know that it operates a pretty inclusive ethos.  How else could something like the article below turn up on its website?

I was struggling to pin this feller's oeuvre down on the first read, not just due to my escalating agitation at the content, but also because he keeps his powder completely dry till near the end of the article, at which point he (figuratively) throws his cards on the table with (I like to imagine) a knowing look that screams 'you weren't expecting that were you son!'  Or something like that anyway.

There are some things in the article that annoy me, not least the suggestion that humanism is in some way narrow and introverted whereas religion gives its adherents a greater sense their place in the universe.  Humanism, in rejecting the religious, is stepping away from the sort of solipsism that typifies religious belief. How can humanism be banded together with, say, christianity, a religion that believes God himself had to die to save each one of us?  That's as self-centred as anything I can imagine really, that a creator god can only save his own creation by offering himself for it.  Compare that to humanism: I can't think of anything inward, self-centred or ignorant in trying to ensure humans treat other humans with the sort of respect each would expect for him- or her-self.  That's pretty progressive in my view. It's The Golden Rule.  Even Jesus promoted it in one of his less fiery moments, but it's as old as society.  Humanism is also - in my experience - often driven by a realisation that, in the absence of the divine as sold by religion, we only have this one life to live, and as such we should live it to best effect for those around us, eliminating suffering and pain.  That viewpoint in itself is also tempered by the knowledge of our ridiculously improbable existence in a beautiful but incredibly dangerous cosmos.  One chance - live it well.  Realism, betterment, togetherness: you don't get that in religion too often, or at least you get the togetherness, but not necessarily the other two, and even that togetherness exists only within the context of whatever denomination you happen to find yourself (more often than not) born into, as opposed to a great religious whole, operating together in harmony.

Anyway, the gist of the article is that the 'spiritual but not religious' outlook of some westerners is a form of pick-and-mix meant to satisfy an individual's needs, which he rightly scoffs. He scoffs for the wrong reason though, before falling on his own sword by accident. It turns out that our man is trying to promote religion without spirituality as a means to promote togetherness.  You can read it through to make your own decision as to why he feels this is better than being religious AND spiritual or being a humanist, but then he plays his ace by revealing himself to be a Quaker.  Now, short of going the whole hog and turning Unitarian, being a Quaker is pretty much the pick-and-mix classic, such is the breadth of what they use for instruction and contemplation.

I can't disagree with the benefit of the togetherness such groups offer, whether it's an inclusive bunch like the Quakers or the exclusivity of, say, Judaism: being part of a crowd is a great way of feeling exactly what evolution and the group dynamic intended us to feel, but the suggestion that without religion such opportunities wouldn't be available just stinks.  Quite simply, religion has had a stranglehold for so long that it is almost a default setting, people turning to (for instance) 'the church' as an extension of community, etc.  For centuries, religion has been the ONLY readily available route to the sort of community the writer of the article promotes, but times have changed.  The more society progresses, the more it frees itself from the controlling forces of religion, the more it opens up other avenues and options.  Does the writer think that a humanist meeting offers none of the benefits of a church group?  If so, why not? And, in mocking the 'spiritual but not religious' crowd but then going on to suggest people have a go at reading religious texts with each other and spending time in contemplation together with those same people, does he not realise he's offering just another form of nebulous spirituality, not necessarily 'religion'?

And anyway, to pick up another point, what is religion without spirituality?  Surely that's just rules and/or philosophy.  That's not a bad thing, but to what end is it employed?  What if we can demonstrate a moral high-ground when comparing what humanity offers over what, say, the bible or koran can offer?  What if our philosophy has superceded the bronze age traditions of those books? 

Anyway, I'm still confused by what the guy is trying to sell here, other than Quakerism. 


This game is twisting my melon. Lovely freeplay for android.

Why The Long Face?

Why the long face?  Probably because the service was shite and the dessert very rubbery. Not the greatest offering from the usually reliable El Puerto's. The crianza was pretty hot though. Sexy.

5 June 2014


I loves filing but I thinks it's time I gots meself a dremel or whatever. Get with the programme. Modernise.

Tara FB!

The good thing about a blog is that when a blogger blogs, the only people who have to read it are those who read the blog. As I have now jumped out of facebook, I can post my comments here, on my blog, without any concern for who they might offend. Not that I've offended anyone (that I know of). But I won't need to censor anything now, will I?

On my first post here, I wrote that I'd shoot shit in my blog as and when. I've not done much of that, but I will now. Not for the sake of it, but when the urge comes over me. I'm more than a frustrated miniature lover. Honest. 

18 May 2014

My current wrestling match

These old Citadel pieces are endearing, but a bastard to paint at times. My current work is a dwarf wizard. I'm going to give him yellow specs. I think the books will have blue covers. Still not sure how to play the cuffs and stuff. The staff might need to verge on the blacker side of affairs to balance stuff out. I dunno. I never really have a plan - probably part of the reason I've been so poor at finishing in the past.  Anyways, here's the state of play:

An old piece

This is a piece I never quite finished a couple of years or so ago at least. It's a Buddle piece. I've seen some superb interpretations of it, so I tried a new colour-scheme to see what I could turn out. Anyway, having had a fight with it, I decided enough was enough and went with the publishing option. Here he is:

14 May 2014

Oldhammer/Citadel Female Dwarf Fighter/Adventurer

By Jeeves and all his holy accoutrements, I do believe I may have finished a miniature. Quick, tell the scribes to scribe some scribblings to the local broadsheet! 

Anyway, here she is, replete in her fetching colours and dyed hair:

Picking on her uglier spots first, the metals leave a lot to be desired. The layering is too severe in some places. The sculpt was tough to handle from the hands through to the top of the axe. 

Prettier spots would be the hair, colour combos and browns. 

The eyes are iffy. 

Anyhow, this represents a success for me as I finished something.