Slaughter in Somerset

It's dry again and cool, could warm up later which is just as well as I am off on another road trip in a few hours to darkest Somerset the land which gave us such talent as the Wurzels, a group before their time who would be loved on Britain's Got (no) Talent. I digress, I am off for a weekend of War and Conquest to make up for missing last weekend, also why not, I still feel like I am on holiday.

I have my lists ready, the Patrician and Anglo-Saxon I am happy with but not so sure with the Twelfth who are fighting two battles tomorrow. I am trying something which may simply bring disaster down on my head but I shall trust the boys to come through despite their general, the dice of course are another matter, I am taking two sets just in case.

My right shoulder is sore and it is because I have been playing the long awaited Dawn of War III set in the W40K world. It is early days and although no doubt I shall get my money's worth I am still on the fence about how long my interest will be sustained as I think it is needlessly complex and requires more imaginative maps. The former may just be me as I am not as quick on the ball as I used to be and the latter usually does turn up as a game ages along with other factions etc. Despite all the little complexities, choice of doctrines and elite hero units, so far I have found that Stalin's maxim of 'quantity has its own quality' seems to work fairly well. I know it is early days yet but I have only been abused once so far with "Help, C(word)" directed at everyone on the team but the idiot typing it, such are the joys of online anonymity.

Anyway, a weekend of real wargaming coming up with good company, real people, beautiful armies and perhaps the odd slurp of wine along with the fake beer. We march!