My old mate used to say of my figures…
“They look perfectly OK for wargaming.”
Which made me froth at the mouth and rant at him about my gift for being able to paint to ‘collector’s standard’.
He’d then gently point out, as we gazed, God like, upon the Fields of Glory…
“My little warriors are painted crap compared to yours, can you tell the difference?”
That’s when my head exploded!!!
"Wot did you do in the war Grandad?"
"I was with Harry... At The Bridge!"
