A slightly dusty legion
I entered a small painting challenge with some friends a few weeks ago. My commitment was to a small group of partisans for my London Calling project, which I managed to paint.
Except for the one that I missed, but we'll get to him.
I also added a 1/32 scale Prince August Black Watch Colour Party as part of my painting challenge commitment.
And that is why, with time running low on the clock, I have painted fourteen Egyptian artillerymen while the Scotsmen kick their heels in the painting queue. I was very pleased with these fellas, as I will be adding them to my Crimean Turkish army (albeit without their Krupp guns). It would appear that Kinch's favourite thing to paint is whatever he shouldn't be painting right now.
Unfortunately, shortly after finishing them, I decided to varnish them out in the shed. I reached for the varnish and brought it and the figures outside. I then put the figures down, moved some rubbish and picked up the spray can and varnished away.
Sadly, I had reached for the wrong can and had picked up a can of brown spray. I am normally a relatively polite man, Mrs. Kinch being a theatrical type is the infinitely more swear-y of the two of us, but some choice words were uttered soon after this. Fortunately I realised my mistake almost immediately and the figures got nothing worse then a dusting of brown, but still it made a frightful mess of their nice clean paintjobs.
The damage wasn't too bad and truth be told, I've already fixed four or five of them by repainting - but even so, it was a bit of a kick in the morale.
"Muhammed, did you see the camera flash?"
"I'm not sure, keep still, I don't want this to look weird in our passport."
Fortunately, two very nice things happened today which took the bad taste out of my mouth. Firstly, Steve the Wargamer who is a bit of an authority on the Sudan in the late 19th century answered a question of mine about his library. Rather than just answering a comment, Steve went above and beyond and wrote a post giving capsule reviews of his entire Sudanese library.
If you are interested in the subject or have a mind to dip a toe in colonial wargaming, I would recommend giving it a look.
Some Peter Gilder figures I believe.
I often have my elders shaking their heads and asking themselves questions, usually questions like "What is the world coming to?" or "What shall I tell the children?" But not on this occasion. Apparently my near total ignorance of Peter Gilder spurred Robbie Roddis to some deep thoughts.
As Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, put it in the Hound of the Baskervilles,
""Really, Watson, you excel yourself," said Holmes, pushing back his chair and lighting a cigarette. "I am bound to say that in all the accounts which you have been so good as to give of my own small achievements you have habitually underrated your own abilities. It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it. I confess, my dear fellow, that I am very much in your debt.""
I am a Watson to his Holmes. Robbie is considering trying to put a book together about Peter Gilder, but I think you should head over to his blog and have a look for yourself.