Building the Borsetshire Brigade More recruits 15.04.24 (VBCW)

[CapnJim]

I'll wear me newly-awarded medal proudly!  But, I don't own a hoodie...

[Doug ex-em4]

I'll wear me newly-awarded medal proudly!  But, I don't own a hoodie...

In that case sir, with regret, you are denied the use of the ribbon.

Doug

[CapnJim]

In that case sir, with regret, you are denied the use of the ribbon.

Doug

Well, now, that is sub-optimal...

Oh well.  I've had worse things happen to me...

[Doug ex-em4]

Superb looking game and great fun. I had a feeling in my water, that Nanny Pankhurst would win the day!

Not quite - her side still lost but her intervention made the resultant loss look more respectable.

Oh well.  I've had worse things happen to me...

Even worse than this? Incredible…!

Doug

[Vagabond]

Good effort by Nanny Pankhurst but the Flying Column were a sore disappointment, I expected the motorcycle section to perform minor miracles,. Hopefully they'll do better when allowed live ammunition, as I'm sure will the impotent Mad Wullie McSpaniel.

[Mad Lord Snapcase]

as I'm sure will the impotent Mad Wullie McSpaniel.

Is this a medical fact, or merely an unjustified slur on the satchel-bomber?

[Doug ex-em4]

Is this a medical fact, or merely an unjustified slur on the satchel-bomber?

I think Nanny Pankhurst is the person to ask about that question.

Doug

[Vagabond]

Is this a medical fact, or merely an unjustified slur on the satchel-bomber?

It's a quote from the Borsetshire Echo, "Mad Wullie McSpaniel, well hidden in ambush and seething with impotent fury"  I  imagine anything written in this august news paper is both a medical fact and a justified slur on the satchel bomber. Of course I couldn't possibly comment.

[syrinx0]

So.. you think he is a git and most obviously an unworthy violent bomber? 

[Mad Lord Snapcase]

It's a quote from the Borsetshire Echo, "Mad Wullie McSpaniel, well hidden in ambush and seething with impotent fury"  I  imagine anything written in this august news paper is both a medical fact and a justified slur on the satchel bomber. Of course I couldn't possibly comment.

One must bow down and accede to the ruling of such a respectable and august publication.

[Doug ex-em4]

Well thanks for an excellent (if a little puzzling) contribution from Mad Lord Snapcase. I think he must have been having one of his "special" days because obviously his newspaper should be on the SF board, dated as it, 80 years in the future of the events under discussion and costing the equivalent of a day’s wages to the average worker.

Vagabond, of course, is wilfully misunderstanding the description of Mad Wullie’s battle-rage. A person with the enviable erudition of Vaggers understands that the nuances of the English language permit more than one use of the word he is concerned (obsessed?) with. One wonders why dear old Vaggers should be so focussed on this subject. It would be kind, gentlemen, if we avoid delving further.

So.. you think he is a git and most obviously an unworthy violent bomber? 

Eh….?

Thanks for your contributions (ithink )

Doug

[syrinx0]

Thanks for your contributions (i think )
Doug

Not sure what I meant either but your welcome.   

[Doug ex-em4]

BUILDING THE BORSETSHIRE BRIGADE

Truth in Advertising Statement: This won’t be a brigade, more like a reinforced platoon or at most, a weak company. I just liked the alliteration.

Following on from the Field Trial where Sir Rufus Pitt-Bulstrode commanded a scratch platoon against elements of the Wiltshire Police Flying Column, it was obvious that there was an urgent need for a bigger, better organised and trained force to protect the county from external threats. After the exercise, the support troops that Sir Gilbert Hill had seconded to Pitt-Bulstrode returned to Herefordshire, leaving Sir Rufus with two sections, one made up of tenants and staff and the other mainly petty criminals from Felpersham. These units desperately needed proper training and his first thought was to put his wife, Lady Ferocity Pitt-Bulstrode, in charge of that task but on reflection decided against on the grounds that any training régime she set up would certainly be too harsh for the city boys in the Felpersham section. He settled for putting his son Freddie in charge. Freddie had recently returned from Spain where he had been fighting in the International Brigade and was a battle-hardened veteran.

Next, Sir Rufus had a brainwave. He contacted Colonel (Retd.) Crispin Pringle, MFH of the Little Wynkey Hunt. He’d remembered that before the Great War, the MFH of the time had organised a volunteer troop of cavalry to serve as a honorary guard to the Lord Lieutenant at official functions. Being a very rich man, he’d equipped them in imitation of the Life Guards. It was well known that all that equipment was stored in the cellar of County Hall in Borchester. Sir Rufus asked Colonel Pringle if he thought it likely that a troop of ten could be formed from volunteers from amongst the bestriders in the hunt. The colonel was delighted by the idea and the thing was done in record time. Sir Rufus had acquired a valuable support weapon - a troop of heavy cavalry.





Sir Rufus, in the scarlet tunic of his Lord-Lieutenant’s ceremonial uniform, and accompanied by his house-guest, Grand-Duke Ivor Nastikoff, exiled ruler of Bulimia. Nastikoff is Colonel of his own regiment of infantry (now disbanded) and called (confusingly) the Nastikoff Hussars, for reasons long forgotten. He is a distant relative of another of Sir Rufus’ house-guests, Baron Dietrich von Strepsil. The event was captured by a film crew from British Movietone News



This was a good start but much more was required. He began to look round for additions. One appeared almost immediately.

[Mad Lord Snapcase]

Absolutely superb, old fruit. The Lord Lieutenant’s Guard look magnificent and the photo showing the film crew is just sublime. Well done, that man!

[Silent Invader]

Absolutely superb, old fruit. The Lord Lieutenant’s Guard look magnificent and the photo showing the film crew is just sublime. Well done, that man!

Agree with all that