More masculine than playing with soldiers he reckons.
So Steve and I seized on the chance to play some Warhammer. Hurrah!
All a bit rushed and ill-prepared but Steve picked Empire and so I naturally went for the classic greenskin match-up.
Pitched battle was the name of the game and Steve, his plethora of war machines already drawing a bead on green flesh, castled up in one corner of the board. I just lined my men up in a pleasing way to the eye. Game on.
Meanwhile Clive the Giant couldn't quite get to fighting as the spearmen had first bumped in to Nubbinz.
Over on the right some halbardiers fancied their chances against the squig herd. And then did the maths and wished they hadn't thought this was a good plan.
In the absence of a clear winner the only thing to do was to declare Warhammer the winner.
Hurrah! Proper soldiers and fun and larks.
Hopefully we'll get some more of this in whilst General B is indisposed.