Saw this big fuck off Panzer II - The Dragon plastic kit in 1:6 scale. That's basically the equivalent of twelve 1:72 scale PzIIs laid out end to end and side to side. This is a £240 kit and I suspect that larger tanks could not practically be made in this scale - build something like a King Tiger and it probably won't fit through the door.
Basically an Action Man tank.
(Those white and blue midgets are 28mm 40K Space Marines BTW.)
Last year I picked up a copy of Chainsaw Warrior here (to my eternal shame I haven't even opened the box yet - it might be full of other crap instead) and the GW printing of Cosmic Encounter, a version of the game that is entirely illustrated in wonderful Blanchitsu. This year I got a set of rulebooks for 2nd edition 40K for the grand sum of £9.
Actually play it? Don't talk nonsense.
Knowing that this was the 3rd edition should have tipped me off to the fact that there had been a 2nd edition at some point (1993) but.... it never crossed my mind. At no point did the existence of a successor to RT ever bubble up to the top of the mudpool that is my gaming mind and make me aware that something had happened that I should have paid attention to.
It could be that something truly terrible happened to me around this time and accordingly knowledge of 2nd is a victim of some defensive mechanism of the sub-conscious that has blanked out all memory but... fuck knows. Anyway this is a bit like owning Led Zep I, III, & IV and then twenty-odd years later going "there was another one called II!? When!?"
(This might be a result of me losing interest in 40K when the game started to drift away from being a firefight game and towards shooting guns being something that happened on the way into melee).
Not actually from Phalanx (Webb got it for me for what he paid for it - £5) was this.
Which is also weird. It's as if GW continued to produce material for their lesser known 1987 sci-fi expansion to WFB 2nd edition and later collected it in a softback anthology. Most odd.
Back to St. Helens. A good show and worth getting to as I think it's the only show in the North-West of England these days. The catering van there can fix you up with something called a "barmcake" but I never found out what that was as I didn't like to ask in case I inadvertently violated some local custom or taboo. You can't be too careful when trying not to draw attention to yourself in alien climes.
Then a weekend later (or yesterday as it is sometimes known) I jumped on the train again to go to Stafford. (Coop's "practicality of train ride" rating - Excellent - sixteen minutes from Wolves and a sub-ten minute walk makes it faster than the car - however I believe the venue is moving next year so YMMV).
This was a small show in the hall of the local Polish social club, all a bit tight and rammed on a very hot day. A few traders and a lot of tables manned by wargamers having a clear out so excellent for a rummage. I picked up these...
...and some Warmaster magazines. I recall Drachenfels as being really good BITD which probably means I should put this straight on the shelf and never open it again...
Also a proper Oldhammer score in that I got 15 Necromunda Cawdor for £25 most of which were Fairy Powersprayed back to bare metal by teatime. Now I just need to discover if I still own the Necromunda rulebook...
Stafford reminded me of the old days of wargames shows - the local club putting on a few games and the opportunity to get hold of somebody's castoffs as well as new stuff. The only downside was hearing an exuberant youth boasting about his local 40K scene with the word "and we have some of the best players in the area!".
I said nothing. Teeth were gritted.
Then the moment had passed and nobody had been slapped. I must be mellowing in my old age.