My OperaMaiden Speeches - are not delivered by Maidens nor listened to either
Tuesday, September 11, 2007 10:41:41 PM
My first attempt at writing a blog.
Well it's Tuesday night and I'm treating my scratches - the jungle has fought back with its twin weapons of nettles and brambles - no doubt directed by ancient sprites hidden in the remains of the smallholdings over the back fence. My friend Jill is laughing at my feeble attempts (just because she has written 2 books!). Meanwhile Mash (the staffie) patrols around 'mumping' and licking the carpets (no accounting for taste).
As I recover from my wounds (pause for a big Ah! from my readers) I will probably continue my painting - Lydians and Chinese in 15mm. Yes, Yes I know one's positively biblical and the other medieval but the paint doesn't care does it? Tends to be how I work anyway - one major work on the go (Lydians in this case) and a few others around to use up the excess paint (Chinese). Means I can take the results to my wargaming club for a good scrap.
While I'm at it - thought you might like to know a bit about my local club and it's characters - I'll change the names to protect the (not so) innocent. Its largely populated by former amateur rugby players who must have been quite muscular in their time but gravity has taken its relentless hold in later years. One particular member is introduced to newbies as "This is Colin and this is Junior"(patting Colin's ample stomach). Need I say more? Another stalwart must be a fan of Le Petamaine as he gives us all the benefit of his expertise on a regular basis.
And on that note I guess I should sign off and find out where my cats have vanished to - Rocket stormed off in high dugeon when Mash arrived (as hautily as only cats can) whereas Millie takes it all in her stride and merely acknowledges the interloper.
Maybe I'll get round to Country dancing next!
Well it's Tuesday night and I'm treating my scratches - the jungle has fought back with its twin weapons of nettles and brambles - no doubt directed by ancient sprites hidden in the remains of the smallholdings over the back fence. My friend Jill is laughing at my feeble attempts (just because she has written 2 books!). Meanwhile Mash (the staffie) patrols around 'mumping' and licking the carpets (no accounting for taste).
As I recover from my wounds (pause for a big Ah! from my readers) I will probably continue my painting - Lydians and Chinese in 15mm. Yes, Yes I know one's positively biblical and the other medieval but the paint doesn't care does it? Tends to be how I work anyway - one major work on the go (Lydians in this case) and a few others around to use up the excess paint (Chinese). Means I can take the results to my wargaming club for a good scrap.
While I'm at it - thought you might like to know a bit about my local club and it's characters - I'll change the names to protect the (not so) innocent. Its largely populated by former amateur rugby players who must have been quite muscular in their time but gravity has taken its relentless hold in later years. One particular member is introduced to newbies as "This is Colin and this is Junior"(patting Colin's ample stomach). Need I say more? Another stalwart must be a fan of Le Petamaine as he gives us all the benefit of his expertise on a regular basis.
And on that note I guess I should sign off and find out where my cats have vanished to - Rocket stormed off in high dugeon when Mash arrived (as hautily as only cats can) whereas Millie takes it all in her stride and merely acknowledges the interloper.
Maybe I'll get round to Country dancing next!
