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Saturday, 27 September 2025

Absolute Beginners

 Being too knackered to do anything in the evening these days aside from trolling YouTube, I have found a number of “how to start wargaming” videos. These tend to take the same old route, of pushing people towards various brands and paraphernalia that have grown up around wargamers who have, to put it politely, been around the block and forgotten what it’s like to start from scratch. The most recent was recommending mdf bases. Really? My first bases were cut (without measuring!) from the boxes my Airfix figures came in! Worse, he was extolling the virtues of those Wofun things, which are truly horrible.

So, instead of repeating the same things I do on all these videos (like I do with any Little Bighorn video where some twat will always say “he should have taken the Gatling guns!”), here is my own guide…

Rule 1: What?

What interests you? What war film have you seen or book you have read that made you want to delve deeper? Do something that floats your boat to keep the juices flowing. This may seem obvious, but you will be surprised how many people get pushed or pulled into periods just because others do it and not because they want to. Plough your own furrow. It’s a good life lesson.

Rule 2: Basics

Get yourself some basic modelling tools, so a good pair of sprue clippers, a scalpel (for cleaning flash off figures), a Stanley knife (for cutting bases - disposables are good enough) and a ruler will do. Then get some thick card for your bases.

You can quite happily cut the card into the right base sizes and play with those to begin with. I managed to play Tabletop Games’ Pony Wars rules using strips of card.

A tape measure and some six sided dice, or D6  (avoid any rules that require more than a handful of D6) are the playing basics.

As far as paint brushes are concerned, you can get perfectly good cheap ones off Amazon or from The Works in the UK. I managed to paint OK with some dreadful brushes when I was a kid: there is nothing wrong with the cheapies and the more you paint the better you will be at picking the right brushes for you.

Rule 3: Rules

Neil Thomas’ One Hour Wargames. That’s all you need for now.

Rule 4: Toys

Go for cheap, plastic 1/72 figures from Hat, Airfix, Revell, Italeri etc. Plastic Soldier Review is your go to online source for info about ranges. Ignore metals and multi-part plastics. And Wofun, because they are horrible. Sometimes they will need gluing and for that you will need Superglue Plastyx. Trust me, it works!

Rule 5: Preparation

Remove figures from sprues with sprue cutters and clean off any flash with the scalpel. This is the biggest drawback with plastic figures as some can be bad, especially with old moulds. Don’t get hung up on removing every last bit, just do the worst.

Wash figures in detergent and give them a thin coat of PVA glue before painting to seal the plastic. Vallejo white primer also works very well, but PVA is cheaper. Plastic figures vary greatly in their ability to hold paint, so do this on all your figures just in case.

Rule 6: Acrylic Paint Only

Only use acrylic paint, that way you will cover the figure in its own rubber suit which will flex with the figure and not chip off. There are so many on the market now that are all much of a muchness, so just get what is the most available near you or online. I mostly use Vallejo, but the latest Army Painter are good as are AK.

Rule 7: Paint for Arm’s Length

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Paint your figures as per the Britains Deetail (or Herald!) metal-based figures so they look good at arm’s length. Get this style under your belt first: it’s good practice and you can always add extra detail as you grow in skill. Choose a base colour - usually the main uniform or jacket colour, like red for British or Blue for French - and cover the whole figure. Then work on the other large areas, like trousers, hats etc. Sometimes it’s easier to leave the hands until last as they will be holding something. If you are doing Modern figures, like WW1 or 2, have a look at what Airfix did in the late 60s…

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If you start simple like this you will only need a few colours too. Horses are even easier:

  • White with grey mane & tail.
  • Black all over.
  • Dark brown with black mane & tail.
  • Light brown all over.

Add the odd white sock and blaze on the last three for variety.

I have actually produced figures in both styles quickly for games. It really works and you’ll find they look just as good on the table as their detailed brethren. And miles better than Wofun.

Rule 8: Basing Basics

Cut your bases to the size you want out of thick card. Paint it green or sand, depending on where your troops are fighting. Glue your figures on so they look good. No need to cram them on or use the same poses. Look at these two blogs to see what you can do with a few figures mounted on large bases.

https://gridbasedwargaming.blogspot.com/

https://warfareintheageofcynicsandamateurs.blogspot.com/

Rule 9: Terrain

One Hour rules are based around tables three feet square, so just get a sheet of hardboard of that size and paint it an appropriate colour. Terrain can be two dimensional to begin with, cut from card or felt. If you are using 1/72 figures then take advantage of model railway scenics. Most battles in the 60s and 70s were fought against a backdrop of 1950s Britain…

And finally…

Rule 10: Play the Game

Don’t take it seriously, don’t cheat, be gracious in defeat and magnanimous in victory. It’s a game, a bit of fun, nobody dies and it will expand your historical knowledge and develop your artistic and organisational skills. 

Wednesday, 17 September 2025

Dodging the DNA Bullets

 

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Family trees are funny things. Beyond living memory the people are just names and even further back you have so many ancestors there is nothing special about anybody. If Danny Dyer can trace his family tree back to Edward III then it’s all a bit ‘so what? My great grandfather x 40 was Aelfrog, warrior king and retained dustman of the north Saxons.’

The furthest I can go back (thanks to the Sussex Parish Registers being online) is Roger Sayers, a greengrocer from Horsham (1500-1575) and Johan, his mysterious wife. No more idea about either of them, but all I can picture is a Tudor version of Mr Hodges. Henry VIII visited Horsham in 1519, so I would hope Roger was able to see Harry in his prime.

To take this to the limit, I decided to do a DNA test. I also roped in my mum, who is gathering speed with dementia but still capable of spitting into a tube (this still makes her more capable than the Labour front bench). This would also finally end the speculation about mum’s Irish roots, especially as I’ve followed my Brady bunch back to the 1820s with no actual bogtrotting to be found. In fact, they are all from London (my grandad is a proper cockney, being born within the sound of Bow Bells in Monopoly’s cheapest property).

So, kits were ordered, phials gobbed into and the family DNA swamp was dispatched back to Ireland whence it came (possibly) to be tested.

My test came back first. BORING! You’d think one of my NNNNN whatever grannies could have banged a Mongolian for a bit of exotic, but no. Mostly English, a bit of sheepshagger, then what amounts to Saxon, Angle, Jute and Frisian (termed ‘North German Raider’ in some circles).

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The Mem said that large dollop of Hun is concentrated in my ‘bossy’ gene but had entirely missed the ‘efficiency’ one, indicating the lack of skirting boards in the conservatory (14 years and counting…). And I’ve spent the last 25 years taking the widdle out of her Welsh ancestry, so that little avenue of pleasure is now closed.

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No rubber dinghies with my lot

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Meeting the Welsh

Then the old dear’s arrived with something of a shock: a Shock Jock, in fact…

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It’s true, I am descended from the Isle de Bogs - Connacht, to be precise - but the real surprise is the Jockinese blood, which actually comes from my nan’s side. Now, the furthest I’ve gone back there is to Great Yarmouth in the late 1700s and they are all Norfolk mariners, so could the link be a visiting McMatelot? Anyway, none of that rubbish has made it into me so I can happily remain racist towards the more base elements of the Celtic fringe and my mum can continue to occasionally burst into the terrible Oirish accent beloved of American actors and Plastics.

The most disappointing aspect of this, however, is that there is no sign of my father’s known Huguenot ancestry, so that has potentially been blocked in the same way mum’s Scots and Irish traces have been weeded out. The only Huguenot artefact passed down to me is an old cupboard made by my Drouet-stock Great Grandfather. It needs a bit of repair work but sadly the German Efficiency gene didn’t make it either. Just ask the Mem.


Tuesday, 9 September 2025

A Cheesey Something

 Savoury scones this week:

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Speaking of tasty things, Kim Wilde is currently winning in the battle of the totty views, being 9 times more popular than Jenny Agutter. Poor Clare Grogan is being beaten by the test card girl and Stephanie Zimbalist is one below my Cornish cream tea. You are a bunch of oddballs.