Lordy, it’s almost like I forgot all about this site. But, actually, I’ve been having some work done. Not the cosmetic surgery Stigger’s sometimes suggests; house surgery. And all my toys had to be put away. All of them. Man, I’ve been living like an OCD hoarder on a Channel 4 documentary. And, even now, the toys are still pretty buried. Fortunately, I took some snaps of me Tigers in the summer. So….
Ever one for preserving symmetry and by way of offering some kinda balance on the blog, what with the previous post being some stuff about Battlefront’s Jagdpanthers, here’s some stuff about Battlefront’s Cat Killers box of joy. Read on….
Interleaved road wheels? Laid back front armour so sloped it’s nearly horizontal? Massive gun barrel projecting out almost as far as the chassis is long and threatening to take out any passer-by’s eye? Sexiest tank ever? Gotta be the Jagdpanther, hasn’t it? Well, hasn’t it?
So, after the usual email to and fro about points, book choices, dates and dietary requirements, Stiggers and I lined up for another game, chez him.
His gaff, his points call. Nine hundred and fifty. Although, I misunderstood the texted word and thought it was a flat nine hundred. Whatever, I was happy with my shout and quickly added a few points-worth of schurzen to my IIIs to bring me a little closer. Read on….
If you’re a sad act like me, then you scour the interwebs on a near daily basis sniffing for news of new toys. I had little or no desire to field Ferdinands but when word came out that the Russian heavyweights were releasing one, well, that all changed. What can I say, I’m weak. Read on….