A warm, wonderful Spring evening and a warm, wonderful glow from some cheap scotch had me happily staring at the stars thinking about the absolute wonderfulness of Airfix toy soldiers.
But every couple of years I get it into my head that I'm going to paint them...until I open their boxes and see them. And it always hits me - why would I mess with their purity, their beauty, their yellowy unpainted glory?! No, no, no, they must remain as they are. I will not always bow down to the Terrible Tyranny of The Painted Miniature! Huzzah!
And I really want to play some Necromunda sometime soon!