Sabot you are right, it was great fun.
So this is how the story goes....
The Royal train is on route from London to Up North somewhere, but when passing through the rolling countryside of the rural Midlands, the nasty, nasty BUF, blow the charges they have placed under the tracks , forcing an oncoming goods train, to run into the Royal train.
On board the Royal train is old Georgie Boy, Edwards younger brother, with his German bodyguards.
The Royal party escape the train, with a few losses to their attached two army units.
Luckily the local constabulary are on their way, on horseback and on foot, lead by their “bold as brass” superintendent John Von Cunningham. “I’ll sort this little lot out lads” he tells sergeant Vodka-Fan.
But wait, is that a rustling on the right flank ?
Look out the BUF Boy Scouts have been holding a jamboree with some specialist courses on bomb making and train blowing up. (Always a favourite course and always booked up quickly.
So, let’s get this Royal to safety, and who can you rely on to support him ?
Are the police really here to help, our would it help their cause to have him as a puppet Royal in power?
What about the BUF, they could always do with a captured Royal.
Von Cunningham of the yard takes the initiative and approaches the BUF unit to ask what their intentions are ?
After a few unreaptable comments from the BUF bully boys he returns to his unit and prepares them for action.
He turns Nelly his trusted horse around, pulls out his sword, kisses the picture of his favourite motorbike goodbye, and with a cry of “Follow me lads, this could all be over by Christmas” he gallantly leads his mounted police into a brave charge against the dastardly BUF troops.
Only trouble is.....his move distance isn’t enough on the roll of the dice, and he doesn’t make the impact he was hoping for, falling short by one inch.....gulp.
The BUF lads cant believe their luck, and with some swift dice rolling, they cut down Von Cunningham’s cavalry to a man.
That’s the glue factory restocked for the month.
So the BUF are now storming across the railway lines trying to get their grubby hands on the royal party (ah that could hurt)
What’s left of the policeforce under Sergeant Vodka-Fan are a little unsure after seeing their boss cut down, so hold their ground and await new orders. “Where is that runner with the new orders ?” sergeant Vodka-Fan can be heard to mumble to himself.
The Royal party have been squirrelled away in a nearby farmhouse, and are waiting for their support team to turn up.
Support arrives for the Royal party in the shape of an armoured column that’s raced here from Coventry, under the command of Captain Pompey-Smith.
The Royal party spot Pompey-Smith, but he’s on the wrong side of the stream, so they have to break cover to get to him. “Cover me” shouts Georgie as he runs for it.
This leaves the BUF leader, known to the locals as “The evil sixer” (and its nothing to do about cubs, more to do about dice rolling), wondering how the Royal party ever escaped his clutches.
So Georgie Boy makes it home for tiffin and all is well in the world, but I don’t think he’ll be travelling by train too soon again.
Thanks to JC, Pete, James, Garry and Ian for a most enjoyable Saturday game.