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Martin Bunting's teeth defy all known laws of beverage stain |
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Big lads Darren Dabell and Michael Biggs, caught in a hamlet moment |
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Yeah? What you want? Says Martin Bunting |
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Michael Biggs couldn't contain himself at the thought of Bashing Yanks |
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Finally, Andrew Chesney shuts up about Plymouth Argyle |
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Wayne Kemp (of Battle Force Pompey) refuses to down five pints in a row, so Rob Lane decides eating shredded beermats is a good forfeit |
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What an old wrinkly John Dale is |
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Martin Bunting ponders over his moves |
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Michael Biggs and Kev Martin enjoy (is that the right word?) a game of Magic: The Gathering |
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Kev Martin takes the plunge and says he might join the Dragon Slayers... at some point! |
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Portsmouth boy Wayne Kemp deigns to visit the Dragon Slayers! |
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A nod's as good as a wink to a blind Matt Ash |
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Greg Chambers looks rather dapper at a club meeting in Bugman's |
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Matt Otter is easily scared - it was Rob Lane's camera this time |
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A fiver to anybody who can guess whose belly this is... and no, it's not Darren Dabell's, he's far too polite |
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Paul Corcoran made this lovely coffin to transport his Vampire Counts in. I'm not too sure it goes with that lovely green spangly shirt he's wearing, though |
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Matt Ash looks for some inspiration, but he didn't find any |
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Rich Gedney finally succumbs to the pressure and joins the Dragon Slayers again! |
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This night also saw three of the GIMPS turn up out of the blue - Danny Pegg and Andy Barnes seem pretty keen to join now they can get down... |
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...but Andy Stevenson (he of the reddest face in the universe) probably won't join. He says it's down to having "responsibilities" elsewhere... |
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...but really he knows it's because we wouldn't let anybody join with a Giant that has such a spazzy foot |
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We welcome the rather nice chap Singe Frost with open arms though! |
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Yet another policeman to join the Dragon Slayers, Martin Quinn has shown us he's got what it takes by beating Pete Scholey time and time again. Then again, everybody does that... |
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Occasional attendee Petar Kanuritch and old hand Paul Scrivens-Smith get up to some 40K action |
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Andy Smith suddenly realises he can read |
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Dave Grant takes on Pete Scholey. Isn't that interesting? |
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Never fear though, Martin Quinn is here! |
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Paul Corcoran tries to unsettle Andy Smith with his Vampire impression. It didn't work |
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A Gobstyk he may be, but now Pete Delafield's moved over to our neck of the woods he's down the Gas Club on a Tuesday with us lot! |
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Martin Bunting looks a bit scared of the GIMPS' Paul Lucey, who popped down to't club for a game |
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John Dale fingers his champions a little too much these days |
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It's official - Paul Scrivens-Smith is a Mansfield Town supporter. I suppose somebody has to be! |
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We often ponder on how Matt Otter became so thin… |
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...and then we realised: it's because he's about as thin as his excuses for using dodgy tactics |
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John Dale's secret weapon is finally revealed |
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Nathan Hoole leads with a right against total newbie Chris Legg - surely that's not fair… |
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How lovely - a day out at Warhammer World with the boys John Dale and Martin Bunting |
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Martin Bunting's quiff gets bigger with every photograph |
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Adrian McWalter finally finds a wig that suits him |
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The "I'll give you a tenner if you can lick your elbow" joke worked rather well on Adrian McWalter |
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After threatening to join us for a few months Richard Paget finally made good that threat in October |
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Singe Frost managed to win a big axe at a one-dayer somewhere or other and decided to take out Chris Legg while he wasn't looking |
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An unexpected visitor came down to the club this particular Tuesday; we hadn't seen him for ages and afforded him a welcome only reserved for passing dignitaries. Wayne Kemp turned up too |
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The traditional Christmas Gaming - a full day of wargames and a night of curry afterward - in full swing |
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It seems the ever-youthful Matt Otter has caught Smytheitis, a rare compulsive disorder that forces wargamers to play as many different games and use as many different armies as possible. Here he is shown enjoying Necromunda. How he caught this condition is open to debate, but I think we all know what happened really |
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It's Ben Curry's birthday, so Ben Johnson and some other of us dudes went down to Cardiff to celebrate. Who knows why |
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Ashley Mitchell and Ben Curry stroke the unemployed |
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Martin Bunting does a passable impersonation of Gollum |
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Awww. Chris Legg and Rob Lane really do love each other |
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Amazingly, Martin Bunting can do Elvis whilst transporting rocks in a wheelbarrow |
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Another Ben birthday bash, this time for Ben Johnson, who took the opportunity to consume lots of alcohol as if it were going out of fashion. Just a normal day for him, then |
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I can't think of a funny caption for Ben Curry here. Make your own up |
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Shortly after this was taken Ben Curry and Ashley Mitchell had a happy clapping session and cried like girls afterward |
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Amazingly, John Dale was seen down at the Gas Club this week. It must have been bath night |
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Ah, Chris Legg. What a lovely fella, and what a lovely day down at Bovington! |
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There's nothing like fire and beer when you're camping. Just don't tell the farmer |
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A gratuitous picture of a German Tiger tank for you Flames of War frothers |
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The traditional response to that is a Churchill, of course |
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…and so it came to pass that The Boys, in the shape of Michael Biggs, Martin Bunting, Ben Curry, Ben Johnson, Chris Legg and Matt Oakley, did perform a Great Service to the Dragon Slayers by building lots of lovely new terrain |
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No prizes for guessing what Chris Legg did for most of the day |
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Look at all that lovely terrain! The lads did us proud |
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Michael Biggs and Ben Curry bowl it right up. Matt Oakley looks riveted |
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The "There's a fiver on the floor!" joke even works on Paul Scrivens-Smith |
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Worryingly, Nathan Hoole is looking more like that woman off East Enders every day |
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Lee McColl wears red when playing Warhammer Ancient Battles to intimidate the peasants |
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What a nice man that Antony Sadler is too |
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We really should take those Fell Bats off Martin Bunting |
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The obligatory close-up of Matt Oakley |
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Gosh. Richard Paget gets ruder as the hours go by |
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Even worse, it's one in the pink and two in the stink for Matt Oakley |
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Blimey! It's two in the pink and four in the stink for Tim Fisher! He doesn't do things by halves, that lad |
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