This weekend, I went to Warhammer World to join
thegreatcrusade.co.uk at their Path of the Traitor campaign weekend. While I only
got to spend a few hours there, it looked like a lot of people were having a
lot of fun, and it got me itching to get my toy soldiers out on the tabletop.
It’s been a long time since I rolled a ‘to hit’ dice or made an armour save, so
I may just open the cupboard under the stairs to haul out my Necrons and
Ultramarines soon. I met some very nice folk there (hello, Ben, Pete, Ed, Laurie,
Demetrius, Hugh…) and chatted to them about the Heresy, gaming, string theory
and the existence of higher powers. All in a day’s work really. At the end of
the day, the guys presented me with this T-shirt, which made me absurdly happy.
Thanks for that, and see you again soon
In Bugman's Bar with my new t-shirt, courtesy of the greatcrusade.co.uk
On Monday I met with the lovely Gemma Noon of the Literary
Project for an interview, which turned into a two and a half hour natter on
books, writing, sci-fi, crap tv, great tv, a mutual love of early Buffy, pet hates
and all manner of strange tangents that veered alarmingly off course, but which
always seemed to come back in time to rescue the chat. It was a long, rambling
conversation that I don’t envy her having to transcribe, but when that
Herculean task is complete, I’ll pass on where you can find the result of our
chinwag.
God King continues apace, and I’m about a quarter to a third
of the way through it. Looking at the Black Library site, I see that Iron
Warrior is now available to buy, so if you fancy one of these special, limited
edition, hardback, art-filled, signed copies, head on over to snag yourself a
copy. Once this thousand are gone, that’s it…finito.
Currently listening to Year Zero by Nine Inch Nails.
Currently reading Ghosts of Manhattan by George Mann.
It’s my birthday this Thursday, so I may be generous and
take the day off work, though I’m looking forward to a whole weekend off this
Saturday. Though we are driving to Wales to show off the little man to his
Welsh grandparents, so it’s not all rest and recuperation.