Saturday, May 30, 2009

Farewell my lovely

By Raymond Chandler

Philip Marlowe has now become my favourite literary character since Captain Jack Aubrey. I love these novels. They bring the sense of mystery as a good crime novel ought to, and the way the plot twists back and forth means I have not yet been able to figure out who was the guilty party until Marlowe revealed all.

The books have a wonderful period feel to them, and I like Chandlers prose. Marlowe uses a lot of weird expressions, but so far I've not had any trouble following any of them.




The High Window
By Raymond Chandler

There is something quaint about these old fashioned hard boiled detectives. They're hard drinking, chain smoking men, jaded by years of human depravity and not averse to using violence when it suits them, and yet they all seem to wear pyjamas and dressing gowns and smoke pipes to relax. It gives the books an unusual feeling of belonging to not just another time, but to a whole different perspective on life. For me, any one that bad, as 'bad to the bone' as these men are apparently meant to be, passing out drunk in your clothes would be the way to go to bed, and breakfast would be something greasy from a diner, chased down by black coffee. Obviously I am corrupted by too many years of cinema and television (as I don't drink alcohol).

I can't but help see Harrison Ford in 'Bladerunner' as being the ultimate Private Detective, because that was the first real experience I had of the genre. Its odd, but I came back in time from science fiction to reach the 1930's, and I brought a lot of baggage with me.

Reading these books has put me into a different frame of reference. Philip Marlowe is more like my Granddad than like Harrison Ford, and yet he is still as hard as nails, even if he does appear to be a little 'domesticated' every so often.

Star Trek

Dir: JJ Abrams

I had some hopes for this film, because it is directed by JJ Abrams and I like his work thus far, especially 'Lost'. I watched the film last night in an unfamiliar cinema (my favourite cinema had already removed the film) and was well happy. Not only were the characters believable as their former incarnations, but the film was coherent, entertaining and even, in the beginning as James T Kirk is being born, emotionally engaging.

Kirk, Spock and Dr McCoy were all played as close to their originals as possible, but the changes made to Sulu, Chekov and Uhuru were subtle, or good for the story. The only character I didn't care for was the new Scotty, but thats because I don't find Simon Pegg remotely amusing.

Using an alternative time line was a good idea to explain any discrepancies, but as I'm not a Trekkie, I wouldn't have cared even if I'd spotted them. My only concern was to be entertained with a good romping sci fi adventure, and plenty of space ship action (I love space ships and always have). Only one red shirt died as far as I noticed, but he had a name! Not sure if thats an improvement or not.

One or two details regarding the sets bugged me however. I thought the federation star ship interiors were badly done, especially the engine and commincations rooms which looked very out of place, and far too big to fit inside the hulls of the USS Kelvin and USS enterprise.


Saturday, May 23, 2009

Rosengade


The Spring is nice and warm, the sun is bright and shiny and walking in the city we came across my old friend Rico with his family. Stupidly, I forgot I had my camera in my pocket, but I did remember to take some pictures of my girls as we wandered about. We're all a bit under the weather as Freja has brought home yet another infection of some kind but despite this we managed to soak up some summer ambience, and I even looked at some new shoes with a thought to getting around to replacing my old Oakley's (though I didn't buy any).

The picture below shows Mette and Freja (Magne is in the big old fashioned perambulator) on Rosengade in central Aarhus.


Mette hates when I take pictures of her, but I love her so much I get all soft inside...

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

The Battle of Midway in colour

Speaking of the Douglas Dauntless...



The film (by John Ford) can be seen in its entirety here, complete with martial music and righteous propaganda. Also featured are B17's, Catalina's, lots of Zero's getting shot down and some of what I take to be USMC Vindicator.'s

Huzzah for the USMC eh Brando!?

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

A gallery of devastation

I have been neglecting my blog of late largely because my time is taken up with various projects. During the day I am working on images at work (things are going very well), and when I get home I have a ton of models to complete for the upcoming double feature Rocketman campaign. I have mentioned some of these projects in previous posts, but others are secrets (designed to add novelty to the games) and others are just plain mundane.

For the last week or so, whilst watching/listening to 'Jeeves and Wooster' on You Tube, I have been working on ruins for RM6.2 ‘The Battle of Wadi Suhib’. Set in the hills and valleys of Northern Afghanistan in 1936, this large and complex skirmish game takes place in a bombed out village in a high mountain pass... with tanks. I have built twelve bombed out buildings thus far, of which nine are completed, a broken water tower and a number of individual walls and piles of rubble. Here below is a short gallery of those buildings which are finished. They are built from card, wood scraps and cork (the cork is the brick work). They are painted with artists acrylics as all my gouache colours are at work at the moment.

I shall probably require twice as many ruins as I currently have, but since models of this size take up room, I doubt I shall make any more buildings. The rest of the table top will be filled with wall elements and rubble. Seeing the models laid out is quite inspiring. I feel an urge to buy Daleks and run a 'Battle of Skaro' game.

Ghost in the Shell fan trailer



Demonstrating why I think this is the best animated film I have ever seen.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Woah!



And when I was a boy I once jumped over three people on my bike...

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Heres for Maja



...and every one else maybe feelin' the blues.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

The Battle of Gripen


We played the concluding chapter of TDM on thursday, and it was a heaving great battle by our standards, which is to say it was not much more than a skirmish by Grimsby standards. We played three a side, with one player coming on to the table as reinforcements later in the game.

Apart from the scale of the fight, this battle also featured two new element types for us. Turcopoles and war elephants.

STARTING

Both sides started in the positions laid out at the end of the preceeding role playing campaign. Sir Adley and his small army of loyalists were positioned to the south and slightly around the eastern edge of a farm. Caught by surprise they were still in column with Sir Adley’s men at the head of the column (to the east of the farm and heading up 'the slope'), followed by Sir Carnog’s men. Sir Roger Flor and his retinue bringing up the rear. The doted line on the table represented the top of the slope.

The Loyalist good guys

Sir Bohemond and his force were travelling in column at the south end of the table, moving from the forest and up to the ridge when the mists faded the two armies caught sight of each other.

The Royalist good guys

Neither side was ready for battle and the first order was to dress the lines as hastily as possible.

The sides were as follows:


Player 1: Palle (Overall commander of the Loyalist army)

Sir Adley De IVES. (Knight in green, grey and orange).
Lambert FERRYWAX. (Squire in padded leather)
6 Mounted in full armour. (Norman cavalry in green/grey)
15 Foot soldiers in full armour. (Norman infantry in green)
20 Foot soldiers in partial armour. (Norman skirmishers in padded leather)
6 Archers in partial armour. (Norman crossbowmen in green)
1 Ballistæ.

45 elements

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Player 2: Rasmus

Sir Reginald CARNOG. (Knight in blue & yellow)
Darcy JARBLE, Squire. (Norman noble with bare head)
Avery CARNOG, Esquire. (Spanish knight in blue)
7 Mounted in full armour. (Norman cavalry in blue)
12 Foot soldiers in full armour. (Norman infantry in blue)
10 Foot soldiers in partial armour. (Norman skirmishers in blue)

(32 elements)

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Player 3: Tracey

Sir Roger FLOR. (Knight in blue & white)
Lady Marigold FLOR (Female turcopole)
Lady Marjory FLOR (Female turcopole)
Lady Meredith FLOR. (Female turcopole)
Pieter HOOGABOOM. (Knight in brown)
9 Foot soldiers in full armour (Teutonic infantry)
4 Archers in partial armour (Teutonic crossbowmen)

(18 elements)

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Player 4: Oleg (Overall commander of the Royalist army)

Sir Bohemond DASHFERN. (Knight in red, yellow & black)
Niccoló SIGISMUNDO (Knight in red)
Inigo (Knight in black)
3 Elephants of War (Elephants)
8 Mounted in full armour (Norman cavalry in red)
12 Foot soldiers in full armour (Norman infantry in red)
9 mounted archers in partial armour (Turcopoles)
(35 elements)

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Player 5: Jan

The FALCON. (Brian Boru)
8 Bros. of the Sacred Grove in full armour (Saxon tribal warriors)
14 Morden warriors in partial armour (Unarmoured Saxons)
16 Morden archers in partial armour (Saxon archers in green & brown)

(39 elements)

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Player 6: Peter

Cedric of Morden (Saxon leader with red cloak)
Voric (Saxon skirmisher with blue & red shield)
Morded (Saxon skirmisher with blue & red shield)
8 Morden Warriors in full armour (Saxon warriors with blue & shields)

(11 elements)


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Chapter 6: Conclusion and aftermath

Mid morning on the 31st Mae. 1623.

The morning mists had lingered long in the shadows of Kelling Wood and as the small army of Sir Adley De Ives approached a burning farmstead, they discovered the long anticipated peasant rebellion had apparently begun. A farmer and his daughter, loyal to the Earl, were being attacked by their own farm hands, rebellious louts, intend on pillage and rape. Rufus of Castelopea, a gentleman comrade of Sir Adley De Ives rode hence and slew the traitors forthwith.

Sir Adley halted his column and the nobles debated what was to be done. The original plan of crossing the river at Lower Gripen to attack the house of the pretender, Sir Bohemond Dashfern was thwarted as scouts returned the news that the bridge had been destroyed by Sir Bohemond’s men. It was decided that the army would take a longer alternative route and cross at the Ford of Marriot whilst Rufus would cross the river with ten men to the east of Gripen and cut off communications between Gripen and Morden Forest. Rufus set off at once whilst Sir Adley’s army got back into formation.

As Sir Adley was preparing to march, a distant sound was heard. To the east lay Kelling Wood and from its depths came the sound of a great trumpeting cry. All eyes turned to the misty trees and the horses became restless. As the men watched in amazement a large body of troops appeared from the mist moving west, accompanied by war elephants.

The battle began.

Sir Adley de Ives and Sir Reginald Carnog moved their forces to take advantage of the farm, leaving skirmishers and archers to form a line whilst they dressed their cavalry columns. Sir Adley left his ballista where it was to the rear of the archers. Sir Roger Flor moved to take the farm.

Sir Adleys front line evaporates under the Morden archers arrow storm. The Falcon turns his attentionon Sir Roger

Sir Bohemond Dashfern, pretender to the long vacant throne of Takshendal was surprised to find a small army in his path, and having only his personal retinue with him was unsure of victory but he elected to take the chance and fight. This was to be his undoing as his main forces were still behind him in Kelling Wood, and north of the River Glun occupying Snoad and neither would reach him in time.

Sir Bohemond elected to move along the ridge and envelope his enemy, trapping them against the farm with the Falcon and his forest men providing blanket archery cover from the rear. This meant the opening stage of the battle saw Sir Adley De Ives and Sir Reginald Carnog’s front line being annihilated under a constant arrow barrage whilst on the western flank several of Sir Rogers arbalestiers used the tree line as cover to return fire against the Falcon’s line. The Falcon attempted to counter the threat from the western flank by moving a group of warriors up the road, but these were unable to engage the Arbalestiers.

The main fight begins on the right flank, the table edge offering an artifical obstacle.
Sir Bohemonds heavy cavalry engages the Loyalist pike line

Their Pike line obliterated, the Loyalist cavalry charge into the fight

Cedric of Morden, an ally of the Falcon, was flanking the main group with a small band of warriors and hearing the sound of combat he headed for the fight.

Sir Bohemond having divided his force into two lines, with his elephants in the rear, halted to wait whilst the archers cut Sir Adley’s lines to pieces. Amongst the elements destroyed in the arrow storm was the ballista. The battle continued in this vein until the Loyalist force, suffering terrible losses in their centre, decided to counter attack. Sir Roger Flor and his retinue quit the farm and began to position themselves on the road whilst Sir Adley De Ives and Sir Reginald Carnog moved their cavalry and pikes forward.



Cedric of Morden arrived from the tree line behind Sir Roger Flor whilst the Falcon and his men were approaching along the road. Sir Roger, caught between two enemies, elected to engage the one and hold off the other with skirmishers. Together with his yeoman, Pieter Hoogaboom, he charged along the road full tilt and scattered the Falcon’s band of warriors, slaying several. The Falcon fell back to a line of Skirmishers he had pulled up from his archers, but this was to be of little use. Whilst Sir Rogers pike men finished off the warriors on the road, Sir Roger, Pieter Hoogaboom and Sir Rogers daughters, hunted the Falcon down. As the old man fled ignominiously, he was felled by an arrow in the back shot by Lady Marjory Flor.

The elephants engage

Sir Bohemond (in red, white, yellow and black) meets his doom

Incensed by seeing their leader shot, the archery line drew their fire against Sir Roger Flor and he in his turn was unhorsed by an arrow. This fulfilled one of the three criteria for sudden victory for the Royalist side, but there was little time for celebration. The skirmishers to Sir Roger Flor’s rear had brought down Cedric of Morden and his men were milling about uselessly by the farm. At the same time, Sir Bohemond’s right hand line was engaged by Sir Adley De Ives and Sir Reginald Carnog, first with pikes, then with cavalry, and the gravity point of the battle shifted to the right flank. Sir Bohemond brought up his elephants and a pike block in an attempt to out flank the Loyalist charge but to little avail. The right flank quickly turned into a bloodied scramble with first an elephant brought down and then Sir Reginald Carnog. Sir Reginald’s defeat meant the Royalist side had fulfilled two of their three sudden victory criteria. This left only the two main commanders left, and they met in the centre of the right flank battle line, surrounded by the dead and dying, hammering at each other until finally Sir Adley and his men slew Sir Bohemond, dragging him from his horse and hacking him to death.

Sir Adley raised the traitors head on a pike and paraded it for all to see and the battle was done.

The carnage.
Approx half the elements on the table were destroyed.


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Wednesday, May 06, 2009

2%

Well, it looks like I might finally make it into the illustrious 2%. I am offered a contract with employment commencing from 1st August. Until then I continue in my 'trial capacity', but short of economic failure, it looks as if I am heading into a permanent job as an illustrator.

I once had a tutor (in 1996) who told me that only 2% of students ever reach employment as a graphic designer, and even fewer reached the status of illustrator. Of course that was in the UK, and in Denmark you can't study Illustration at university (thank you John Major) and everything is slightly different here. My former tutor's words (he was a brilliant teacher, despite being a complete alcoholic) stuck with me. As the years passed and my health deteriated, it became increasingly difficult to imagine it might ever happen. Even now when the other people at work congratulate me, I feel slightly numb and don't quite know what to say. I guess I won't believe its real until I see my first full wage.

It took me thirten years, during at least six of which I thought I was dying, to reach this point. Two of the people I have loved most died in the mean time, and two children came along to replace them. God has a strange sense of humour!

I wonder what comes next?

Monday, May 04, 2009

Liberation day


65 years ago now, and memories have dimmed. I lit my candles and placed them in the window as is traditional, but only two other flats I could see also had candles burning. It doesn't matter so long as we appreciate the freedoms we enjoy, take responsibilities for the decisions we make and remember the sacrifices other people made so we could. I'm pleased to say that I am proud to be Danish. What a wonderful country this is.

Friday, May 01, 2009

Artist of the Month: Rudolf Tegner


Tegner was a Danish sculptor of the Victorian and early twentieth century period, somewhat successful in his early life he later fell out favour due to the symbolism of his art which was heavily influenced by Frederich Nietzsche and Georges Brandes and seen by some to have links to fascism.


Like Gustav Vigeland, Tegner was preoccupied with the human form which he used as a metaphor for the human condition, and as he seems to have seen humanity as something dramatic and grandiose, so his work often shows people in heroic and dramatic poses. They are also often naked, sensual and sometimes even erotic, which didn't go down well a century ago. Denmark is a fairly broad minded society today, but in 1900, propriety dictated a standard which Tegner largely ignored. As his works became more and more daring, he became isolated by the cultural elite. With time he became what is known as an 'eccentric', being largely shunned by his former supporters. Tegner repsonded by going off into the countryside and building a minimalist museum to himself and filling it with his own work. Today it is also his mausoluem.


I like Tegner's work for two main reasons. First of all, because it is beautiful. Like Tegner I see the human form as the ultimate expression of the human condition, and I have no problem with seeing humanity as muscular, energetic, sexual, or the converse. Old, frail, flawed but still beautiful. There is beauty in decay, and love forgives all.

The second reason why I like Tegner's work, is because he never compromised. He told convention to bugger off and created that which he himself desired. The scale and ambition of his creativity is self evident in the scale and ambition of his work and there is appeal in both. The limits of his reach were only reached by the limit of his medium and given the opportunity I bet Tegner would have reached higher and greater than any Danish artist before or since. Alas, alas, as always, it was never to be. As grand as Tegners works are, today he is hardly known at all. Many of his commissioned works, considered old fashioned, crude and politically incorrect were later removed to his isolated museum where they dot the surrounding landscape, monuments to a discarded titan.