The guys can't even spell Kwai after a few drinks Mike!.
Guys,i could tell you the Legend behind the 'Horse'....i'm sure theres a filthy joke there somewhere..but it would be breaking an ancient and sacred Bond.A Bond forged in Battle and strengthened in comradeship...listen to me..i'm really getting into this!!
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When i say 'Forged in Battle' i mean in the Bar of course.You see to all you decent forum folk some of my men must seem like true Gentlemen,but its all a sham my friends,for they are a low down bunch of bar brawling sheep bothering fiends,who would rob there own grandmother to afford Figarti's latest Tank....if they hadn't already sold her for vivisection!.
Simon,Kevin,James are all Desperado's who rob old ladies for Toy soldier money.Kevin distracts them with polite talk,Simon kicks away their walking stick and James legs it with their pension books!.
We also have UK Reb who i overheard asking the attractive young Barmaid 'Would you like to see my Alamo'...'Your what? ' She replied!.Theres Jeff,who SAYS he is photographing soldiers,but is in fact gathering evidence to produce to our wives!.
Then theres Clive and Tony, the Toy soldier worlds versions of the Child catcher from Chitty Chitty bang bang,luring us poor and befuddled collectors to financial doom with a smile a drink and a promise of discount!.
And then there is your poor author dear readers,little me who asks nothing more than a glass of Lemonade,perhaps a mini Mars Bar, who despite a painfully retiring,shy nature has to try and control this hoard,this rabble,this Biblical plague of loutish behaviour and foul language...spare a thought for poor me.I ask nothing more dear readers than your sympathy.
Rob