Comfort Not Panic Buying

There may have been panic and fights in the Toilet Roll Aisle but thankfully in the dessert section of Morrisons (and for fairness'' sake .. I have to point out, there are other supermarkets) it was business as usual (see below, almost a scene from National Geographic, the Neanderthal hunter brought home a fresh cream sponge cake instead of the usual wild antelope):

And morale was much improved.

Fare Ye Well Faithful Old Friend

It is time to honour this faithful tool as its days are numbered (see below, please the broken spring to the right and the empty holes to the left; please note its end came from metal fatigue, a bit like the De Havilland Comet):

A fairly late acquisition to my modelling kit, but well worth it as it saved many a frustrating broken part being glues back together in a misshapen way. Off to the hobby shop for a replacement. It has to be said it was especially a boom for working with 28mm kits.

Mini-Skynet?

Again from BBC News:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-49664409

I suppose this is a Mini-Skynet?

Seriously they called it Skynet?

From the BBC News:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-20781625

Are we not just tempting fate?

I am hoping the RN won't follow the US Navy's lead in UX and don't actually do it this way ...

Brilliant little YouTube video sketch:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8xliaDUPwg&list=PLUJcyg22M6BwgyU5vDeg9pcNd9H2fwirW&index=4&t=0s&app=desktop

Ooops!

 
The picture says it all really

Attack of the "Inquisitive Six Year Old Children"

Hmm, parenthood, I didn't read this in the manual. I returned home to a concerned wife (well she was hiding her humorous interpretation of the event under the mask of concern) who remarked that while she was on the phone my son had shown his "friends" my room. Alarm bells began to ring at once. I investigated and found that a furious fire-fight had taken place. Thankfully the "shiny decoys" (GW 40K) had done their job beautifully, soaking up the hits and saving the more valuable, or rather more serious, wargaming toys from collateral damage. After a detailed scan the "body count was":

• Two "Necron Warriors" down (after the action reports seems to suggest they were taken out by an energetic thumb action, one at the ankles and the other at the midriff, by expertise akin to a Space Marine Veteran)
• One "Necron Warrior" MIA (transponder not showing up on screen, it could be anywhere in the known universe, possibly abducted by a six year old blue eyed boy and now sitting in a bedroom next to a Power Ranger or Bakuman) 
• One "Necron Warrior" managed to evade capture and I undertook a successful SAR mission retrieving it from underneath/behind a set of draws
• Two "Necron Scarabs" were "de-based" from their stands
• A "Necron Destroyer" suffered the indignity of a broken stand
• Two "Guant-type" Tyranids were debased cleanly at the ankles 

Despite the protestations of my son saying "he liked them better that way", the superglue made its way from the toy medical kit. All apart from the MIA Necron have been restored to a semblance of their former glory. My wife thought it was "karma" payback on me (she was now giggling at me) for actions to my older brothers Subbuteo figures (when I was aged fifteen months old, some forty plus years ago and the damage was to six teams of the the then, "First Division"). Personally I just hope I can attain a maturity consistent with my age, rising above the obvious hurt and "forgive and forget". The alternative Would be a revenge commando-style sabotage mission on the next "school parent's evening" (aka "taking out" two specific art models from Year One's work; I hope I have sound 'Intell' and they are clearly labelled).

No photos as I found the sight of my dead/mutilated models too distressing, despite their obvious "media copy" value. This episode has renewed my philosophy of distributed series of "model-kit caches" to the vaults of friendly wargaming clubs in the area to avoid a nuclear "lose-it-all" incident. You cannot under estimate the destructive power of six year old boys once they have a taste for it! Thank goodness they were oblivious to the location of my 20mm WWII plastics ;)