Salty Spoonful

Easy, easy does it folk, I promise tomorrow there will be a proper blog post with news of Antwerp; or stuff upcoming; and all sorts of gubbins. But Im trying to wring all the saltiness out of me beforehand. Anyway, I just wanted to say how much I absolutely hate these laser pointer thingies.                                                               He hates them too, precious. Its like this. Im old. So old, there is a serious risk of me actually dying while playing the game. You think something has line of sight? Im fine with that. You can just say it has. You dont need to get the pointer thing out. Honestly, its little plastic toys. If it were a vital situation, Id just say "if I put this chap here, are you fine that you cant shoot him?" - why go to the next step?  Similarly, if you hit my WFB stuff with a blast templat...

No, not the one with Richard Griffiths off of The History Boys. The one with Chloe Ashcroft and Ben Thomas (yes, Victor Duke from East Enders!). It had all the elements of classic BBC television - merry songs; rosy-cheeked peasant women; production budget of £2.56; and pies. And today I am going to tell you with pie-themed GBHL80s do massive turds on joyless 90s run for $profit$.                                                 Hats. Moustaches. How can it not be a winner? Proof Of The Pie Is In The Eating Last week or so I attended, in stealth mode, the Lets Hunt Some Pork  event in Melton. The fun began with my using up an entire days swearing in twenty trying to get the very well hidden BP Pulse EV chargers to work. This event had a mere 16 players and the dickhead quotient was very low. The weather was sunny; there was beer for lunch; there was a meat-based the...