Just turned in after watching a fab programme on The Beats, on Sky Arts. It was great to be reminded of my former passion for Kerouac and beat era culture. It made me want to re-read some old books, listen to more bebop, and maybe even check out more Ginsburg and Burroughs. But as I retired for the night, instead I snapped my modelmaking desk space. As can be seen, there are planes and tanks galore. Very little gets finished.
And what of my 6mm and 10mm 1812 armies!? I really must start making inroads on painting basing and organising them! Still, a beat hangover that's apparently a permanent part of my personality pie is my 'tumbleweed soul' m.o. I go where'ere my winds (parp!) blow!