To begin at the beginning:
It is Winter, scarlet morn in the small town, the tarmac streets silent and the hunched, doggers ‘-and- rabbits’ parkland limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, carrier bag -bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine to-night in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as there in the muffled middle by the pimp and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the widow on welfare smoking weed. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are waking now.
You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town coughing…….Only your eyes are unclosed to see the black and folded town fast, and slow, amble unsure towards a deep suck on the exhaust pipe of life. Ah Cardiff on a Winter’s morn!
God I hate Monday mornings. I know the week has to start somewhere but why on Earth did the good Lord start it on a Monday. On a Wednesday would be good, or a Friday afternoon. Not a Monday though! Seven hours of a forgettable Groundhog Day and life is bearable again. The delivery man has left five parcels in a congealed mass of wet cardboard and once grinning, now smirking smiles. There is gold in that there beige hill.
Nine pounds Welsh “poundes” gets you an entry level game in Marvel lore. Six miniature preprinted characters, their character cards, assorted markers, rules, dice and a reversible mat. If manufacturers want the young to wargame, they need to look at Heroclix from Wizk!ds. If you wondered how come I am entering the dangerous territory of Marvel, I’m sure you can guess. The same ingenious Heroclix system for deciding the fight of Spider-Man’s web will soon be adapted to the trajectory of a G.I.’s grenade.
I’m already fleshing out my cards for G.I. Salvalas. Years playing baseball gives him a range bonus and his Sicilian heritage gives him ‘ plus one’ in a knife fight. The disc below each character could easily be replaced by a character sheet or card, held off table. I may invest in a Lord of the Rings set to have an idea of the statistics for medieval characters.
And, all this counts as purchasing toys “for the boys!” Die Fuhrerin even thought the miniatures were cute. Turning sideways I placed an A4 parcel behind the mantelpiece clock. Mondays are no longer to be feared….