Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

"Right, Arthur," Tommy drawled, slugging back a shot of Irish, "we need to take the boys up to the farmyard, get that Radio truck out of there, the Mosleyist BUF have got annoyed with the radio broadcasts about the Lord- L ieutenant  of Barfieldshire and his misdeeds. Using a clever bit of triangulation, have tracked the radio truck down, and want to take it off air, permanently." "Right you are Tommy!" Arthur looked up from  the racing pages of his copy of the newspaper. Funny how even during a period of intense strife, gambling carried on. "Break out the Lewis gun, sort out the rifles, I'll meet you all here in half-an-hour. I'm just off to call in a favour with the Singer Defence Committee. We need their woman-power, as Rotherfield-Peppard has got the Fuzz involved." Tommy swung on his coat, donned his cap and strode out into the sunshine. "Oh good, should make it a more interesting fight!" muttered Arthur with glee. Mort had...

Mort very kindly offered to take me through a game of 'Pulp Alley' last week, suggesting I use my converted 'Peaky Blinders' vs his gang in a daring AVBCW type encounter. (Self-referencing link to my figures here) So, I jolly well got my figures out, and with a copy of the rules, considered what to make them all. The Peakies : Back row, left to right, with skills used: Arthur Shelby, level 3, bodyguard, Aunt Polly, level 2, Finn, level 2 long burst, Tommy, leader, level 4, sharpshooter. Front row three level 1 gang members, all with boosted melee attacks. The terrain, my church, some decent hedges, and Mort's rather spiffing mat. The scenario was to recover whatever was hidden in teh church safe. Simple smash and grab. However, the local big-wigs had the combination to the lock box, and would need to be interrogated for it first. " At 666 lives a Mr. Millar, he's teh local vicar and serial killer ." Our nearest source of the code was Lady Millicent S...

 A dear friend gifted me this 3-d figure, I just knew he had to be painted and added to my 'Toffs' unit. "Jeeves, the chap in the cavalry attire?" "Lord Flashman, son of the infamous." "Does he carry on his father's repuation?" "Thankfully, no. Happily married carer officer with a startling degree of bravery." "Jolly good show, Jeeves."   Put this figure down to photograph it, 'PING' his whip hand with coiled whip sprang off and bounced twice, and half-an-hour later I still could not find it, but the floor was a hell of a lot cleaner. So I scratch built him a new whip (10' to scale) and converted a hand. "Jeeves, who is the chap in the fedora?" I enquired as my man passed me a pick me up. "The gentleman standing in the children's sand-pit is renowned archaeologist Doctor Idaho Smith, Sir," he intoned, as he returned to field stripping the Lewis g...