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"Well boys, looks like Pere Corbeau has your rum and biscuits. Lets go get them back!"
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Born and raised in the suburbs of Montreal 7 decades ago. Began playing with toy soldiers at 5 years. Started painting & converting at about 12 yrs and wargaming about 15 yrs. Never really stopped.
5 years in the Black Watch of Canada Cadets, 5 years at the Collège militaire royal de Saint-Jean followed by 4 in the navy. 25 years with CPC in IT simultaneous with 23 years running a boarding kennel. Inherited my love of toy soldiers from my mother's father. Married with a pack of litle Italian Greyhounds and a cat. Prematurely retired and enjoying leisure to game, maintaining our 170 yr old farmhouse and just living.
Got me hooked--and that rum and biscuit line will stay with me :).
ReplyDeleteCertainly best if it the rum stays ...
DeleteI'll be interested to see how my namesake fares here!
ReplyDeleteHe has had his good days, and bad.
DeleteRum and biscuits - the breakfast of Kings. Nice looking scenario Ross.
ReplyDeleteThose breakfast days are gone....
DeleteSounds great, love the second picture, motivation and speech!
ReplyDeleteMerci!
DeleteI'm hooked,can,t wait to see what happens next.
ReplyDeleteAlan
Not long now,
DeleteLooking forward to the oncoming battle ! .
ReplyDeleteMe too, or was, report today.
DeleteRoss Mac,
ReplyDeleteYou can keep the rum (I used to love it, but alcohol doesn't like me!) but the biscuits are another matter! Anyone who has taken control of my supply of chocolate digestive biscuits will suffer!
Seriously, the scenario looks interesting and it is nice to see your bigger chaps on the tabletop again.
All the best,
Bob
Not sure its those sorts of biscuits Bob... but it is good to have them out again.
DeleteGreat stuff as ever Ross, love those big figures. I always admire your never ending enthusiasm for this wonderful hobby, if you could bottle it and sell it I would be your first customer :) As for Rum, I had an unforgettable experience with the stuff on my first Christmas at work as an 18 year old apprentice, how I made it home from central London that day I still don't know!
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