Monday, 16 July 2018

Three Leeks on our shirts...

Yaki dar boyos, Dai the Drag-on here.  Prince of Pontins-Prestatyn, Welsh isn't it, in a sequined frock gambeson!  

Had some visitors round our way we have.  Scots and the Frenchies it was.  Come for a lovely punch up see.

24 points of Lion Rampant.  The list was one unit of Mounted Sergeants (that's me see) three foot yeomen with javelins and two archers.

The battlefield was near my Uncle Emrys place at Llanfairpwllgwyngyll.  Staunch member of the LBGT resistance to the English Emrys, isn't it boyo?


Uncle Emrys place at Llanfairpwllgwyngyll


The army of the Drag-on gets on table.


Look you, its the Scotchmen isnt it!  


Oh and the Frenchies too.  Whatever Emrys has in those cow sheds they wants it boyo...


The Drag-on in trouble.  Those French are dressed in solid iron boyo.  Prince Dai dies...


The Scotch creeping around the hedgerows

The thing to do in Wales is to crawl through the woods apparently

And on those Frenchies come


Now the Welsh have heard of the Golden Spurs at Courtrai, and have adopted their tactics against these French...  Box yourself into a defensive position...


And they're off, its Guy in white leading from Guy in brown, and they take the jump...

But half of the French wander off to have a go at the Scotchmen...


And its the Scots who have a go at the Welsh position.  Not that successful...

So its bows, followed by javelins.  The Welsh have a good tactical position

French Guy leaps into the position, claiming that he is now the Wolf in the sheep fold.  These are Welshmen boyo!  Sheep is one thing they know all about!  The Frenchman is killed...

The Scotchmen have a mad moment and charge over the bridge.  Its it just me or ...


Its a scrap as the Scots throw back their hated enemy, the French crossbowmen


Meanwhile the Gui the Wolf is unceremoniously thrown out of the Welsh sheep fold, before being stabbed up the buttocks by a javelin.

The Scotch commander is over bold and rolls snake eyes...  


But the Scots charge has ripped the heart out of the French advance


Game over.  The Welsh cling on, as do the Scots but there is no denying the Victory of the French.

The memorial to Dai the Drag-on Prince of Pontins-Prestatyn, cross dresser and gay pride of the valleys, can be found near Emrys house, Llanfairpwllgwyngyll.

Friday, 13 July 2018

The Fat Tanker, War Comics Issue 1

The Fat Tanker, War Comic Issue 1#

What ho chaps!
2nd Lt Bumfluff Farthingdale, 2RTR here...  I`ve been a rear echelon type for the first few months of this war.  Off making up the garrison of Cyprus if you please.  Very nice it was too, but the  war has caught up with me and I`m posted up the Blue!

I arrived in time for Tobruk.  The regiment was sporting a few different types of tanks, but they all seemed to have one thing in common for a fellow of my girth... a narrow hatchway! 

Now I`ve taken a bit of ribbing for the few extra pounds a chap carries, but it seems to me that I`ve found a way forward.  The gunner has been trained to haul on my legs until I squeeze through into the turret.  The key to modern warfare is to conduct it all from a nice comfy seat in a tank turret, none of that marching around inflicted on the Infantry. 

Here then is the tale of my first battle up the Blue, a battle which I survived more or less intact
  






The Battle for Tobruk...


A view of Tobruk

Ceasare Pavarotti charges towards the Triumphal Arch

The Axis plan, to split around the town and attack on the flanks

The Allied plan looked something similar

The Italians pick on a straggler.

A lot of sneaking about and around the buildings

Some fast tanks running around in this game

Ceasare still dueling around that archway
The Allies just have more numbers and swamp the left flank

A kill for the Allies

Round and round.  For a novice Pavarotti holds his own... Well he had read the rules, which is a bonus

Phase two of the battle begins. 
 
Bumfluff squeezes into his turret

Bumfluff advances, the engine straining to carry the weight

The Allied plan, to get among the outer edge of the buildings before being swamped.

Finally Bumfluff gets that tank into cover.  Is the engine burning oil do we think?

The Allies make it into town, but the Axis have some fast moving tanks.
More of that ring around going on...


The Vultures begin to circle

But the main duel of the game is a ding dong gun to gun fight at a range of one inch!



Slowly the duel separates as they blow each other backwards


And in the town centre more of that circling...  pretty much until game over...

The standings - Allied

The standings - Axis


















Monday, 7 May 2018

What a Dashboard

Now the smoke of our VBCW has cleared, we have been enjoying playing the latest offering from the TooFatLardies; namely 'What a Tanker'.


This is meant to be, and I quote,  'A Challenging and Fun Game of WWII Tank Combat'. I'm happy to report that this is definitely the case and we have been having tremendous fun with the rules so far. Up until now we have been playing games set in Normandy, using my 1/50th scale Corgi diecasts but we are soon due to begin  a campaign set in the Western Desert. The latter will be in 20 mm scale and there has been something of a frenzy to purchase more tanks than we will ever need. In addition several players have purchased commercially produced MDF dashboards for the game. These are entirely unnecessary but what gamer can resist a nice gadget?
The game requires little bookkeeping beyond recording whether your tank is aimed,loaded, buttoned up etc. TFL produce some nice acrylic tokens that can be used in conjunction with the dashboards that can be downloaded from the TFL site. 

Downloaded Dashboard with TFL produced tokens 
Now the commercial versions are very nice but they are simply MDF versions of the above. They do have the advantage that they prevent you knocking or otherwise displacing your counters, and I must confess that I almost bought one myself, but on reflection I wanted something with a bit more character. No doubt I was subconsciously influenced by Young Mr Farthingdale's  submarine control panels from his Christmas Dardanelles game.......... Oh OK so I nicked the idea!
Looking at the original design I decided several aspects of the dashboard were unnecessary; as we would only be fielding one tank each the tank name is superfluous. Also my observation, over several games, was that the command dice area was never used; gamers being happy to leave the dice on the table. So really the required information boils down to that recorded by the 4 tokens plus any damage received.
My first thought was to have a small commander's hatch that could be opened and closed to denote buttoned / unbuttoned status. This did make it through to the final design but was now part of the complete top deck of a tank, including turret.



The foot print of the whole contraption is the same as the commercial MDF versions, although this one has a bit more height!
The 4 tokens denoting buttoned, acquired, aimed and loaded are now replaced by small hatches, on the front of the tank, that can be opened or closed as required.The turret and rear deck record critical damage; each rung of the damage ladder corresponding to a removable panel. Temporary loss of command dice is recorded by placing the dice in the stowage bins.
The dashboard in action

The above dashboard shows that the tank has acquired a target, is aimed and loaded but is unbuttoned (hatch open). It also has 2 levels of turret damage and 3 levels of hull damage, in addition to the temporary loss of 3 command dice. (Not that this is for illustration purposes only - it is not actually possible to take that much damage in the game.) On the plus side this tank has made one kill; denoted by the kill ring (metal washer) around the aerial.
So now that I have my dashboard and a couple of starter tanks I'm rearing to go with our campaign. So to finish off here is a snap of my level one tanks: Lt. Winston Strangely-Brown in his A13 and his arch nemesis Erwin Rimmer in his Panzer II.