Decades of exposure to Games Workshop’s marketing materials has conditioned me not to paint individual figures, but regiments, and then armies. There was no stopping at just one Gnorman Gnoll. Gnot on your gnelly. eBay trawling has turned up two more preslotta gems from 1981–3.
Warhammer 40,000 and archaeology. My two hobbies melded together. There’s not been this much combination of leisure pursuits since the notorious Inquisitor Bingedrink.
“1988 Rogue Trader Citadel miniature? That belongs in a museum.”
One day at Games Workshop HQ, Aly Morrison came up to me with a big bag of Talisman figures. “I found this bag of scrabby old models in my basement, and I was gonna bin ’em. Then I remembered you like scrabby old stuff.” I was over the moon. Here’s the first three painted.
Time to kick off my collection of Doctor Who villains! Presenting Omega, the Time Lord who decided to name himself after his exam grades. It’s the Gallifreyan equivalent of “F Minus”, which now I say out loud does sound like a good rapper name.
MC F Minus in da house, rappity rappity rap.