Today was Club Sunday, with Mr. Neatherway having bravely volunteered to coordinate three linked games set in GW's WH40k universe. The important word here is bravely, as this was Mr. Neatherway's first attempt at such an undertaking.
By the end of the day, all agreed that he'd made a fair fist of it all. Having never played any of these games, I opted for the space combat game, and my opposite number Matt and I had an enjoyable time, firstly trying to intercept my dropships, and then trying to knock out my orbital artillery. Nothing ground-breaking, but Matt and I quite liked the way that both of our games swung back and forth, rather than being foregone conclusions. In terms of the linked nature of the games, the Div managed to keep the Ground-to-Space lasers mostly occupied on the skirmish table, but they did cause havoc to my shields when they did get through. On the other hand, despite Matt's best efforts, I was able to furnish Nick on the "Apocalypse" table with half of his possible reinforcements. My orbital strikes were less successful, not so much destroying enemy units as merely indulging in gentrification of the general area. As stated, a good turnout, an enjoyable day for all concerned and a promising debut for Mr. Neatherway.
So, before the horrors of the forthcoming week make themselves known, I find myself enjoying a civilised supper of home-made rillons, washed down with a slightly fizzy Portuguese white. Jolly nice, but I would say that, wouldn't I?
