Waking Dead

Some kind of miracle occured the other day, akin to the risen Lord in many respects. Chris – resident Warhammer obssessive that he is – was right about something. What he was right about was that the Warhammer Doubles Tournament tickets would sell out if me and Mark weren’t quick about it. Thinking this to be another unnecessary panic on the old man’s behalf, we weren’t especially quick about it. And they sold out. Which means that, unfortunately, the Radders/Barlos partnership that blossomed so successfully at the Warhammer 40,000 tournament in January has to sit it out for another year.

I’m gutted. I hadn’t realised quite how much I was looking forward to it until I was told wasn’t going. Even more galling is that I’d already told some other friends I wouldn’t be going to Download this year – and part of that reason was the Warhammer tournament. So I’m now going to neither. Life has a funny way of kicking you in the balls when you least expect it.

The upshot of all of this is that I’m no longer in any rush to finish off my Empire, but I suppose that’s a bit of a double-edged (+1) sword. You see, I’ve also now got no real incentive to finish them off – unless I can muster up the effort to paint them for our gaming group’s campaign in the Summer. I hope so.