Andy and Steve have younger children* (and a foolish dog) who wake them up early and so wanted a 10am start, the godless savages. I lobbied for eleven. Then woke up late and finally got there at eleven thirty.
After a little setting up we went out to grab a cob (or butty to my norther readers - ciabbata with sun blushed something and rocket as you southerners might think of it). Sadly Steve and I rolled double 6 for our Stupidity tests and wandered into the pub on the way. For a quick one.
And then wandered in again on our way back, for another slightly slower one.
This meant start of play was further delayed. Until about 3pm. So only four hours late.
Anyway we set to with the will and determination for which the Sherwood Hucknall and Ilkeston Team is famed. This involved opening several bottles of beer and some chocolatey snacks and shouting abuse at one another.
Andy as the Empire General rolled poorly for set-up and found himself in the detested central position, the meat in our Orc and Skaven sandwich.
To be honest, my recollections of the events are a little hazy. I think my fifth or sixth pint of beer might have been a bit dodgy.
Anyway here are the pictures:
At this point (about 7.30) we went for a restorative Curry.
On our return Andy failed his Panic test and went home.
Steve and I went back to the pub.
Then I went home.
Although it was difficult to establish an overall victor I think we can all say without fear of contradiction that Warhammer was the real winner.
Stephen's version of events can be found over on his blog.
*With their respective wives. Not as a couple.
Please note that although drinking beer is scientifically proven to be both Big and Clever, Tom's Toy Soldiers Blog encourages you to drink responsibly.