Professor Elemental and the Gentlemen's Club of the Empire...

[Sterling Moose]

What about Henri Dubois from the West Wind Chaos in Cairo range?

http://www.oldgloryminiatures.com/proddetail.asp?prod=CIC%2D03

[Commander Vyper]

Much appreciated old bean, and leave the poor wretch alone, he means well and he does have a monkey butler to boot.

[Bullshott]

Whichever figure you go for he needs a British pattern sun helmet and must be clean shaven. Bush shirt or jacket is mandatory, although leg wear varies from trews through shorts to riding breeches.

I saw the good Professor perform earlier this year and thoroughly recommend the experience (as long as you won't feel out of place amongst a well dress audience with goggles on their hats and whose ladies wear their corsets on the outside!

[white knight]

You had me at "whose ladies wear their corsets on the outside!" 

Though admittedly, that was the end of your post. 

[Steve F]

You had me at "whose ladies wear their corsets on the outside!" 

I'd be worried if they wore them subcutaneously.

It occurred to me that a shirtless 8th Army figure with a head swap might work for the Professor in his fighting mode (boxing gloves would be easy enough to putty on), but in 28mm I can only find Artizan and Black Tree - all in shirts.  Boo.

[myincubliss]

HLBS had a range of pith-helmeted adventuring types iirc, although they might be a bit slender for your tastes..

[aecurtis]

Personally I can't stand that bloody idiot. He's a detriment to the dignity of the Empire and the Izzat of the Raj.

Steady, old chap.  You're looking with rose-tinted glasses at a period which produced Charles Gordon, Frederick Burnaby, and John Nicholson, among other notable lunatics.  (I omit Elphinstone and his ilk as mere incompetents, generally lacking the aspects of a complete nutter which characterize thos eexamples--or Orde Wingate in the last century, for that matter.)  Professor Elemental is quite harmless by comparison.  I'll take a tea rapper any day over a religious fanatic who's gotten himself stuck up the Nile.

And on the Victorian technological front, I offer this example of utter dissociation from reality:

http://www.militarysunhelmets.com/2012/mr-julius-jeffreys-f-r-s-a-victorian-eccentric-2

Allen (Oooh, love a cup...)

[carlos marighela]

Ship him to New Holland in chains I say, and let's be rid of him.  

Bad idea. They simply mutate under the influence of strong sunlight and their progeny invariably return like demented homing pigeons. Your children will pay the price in the form of another crop of Germaine Greers, Rupert Murdochs, Clive James and Kathy Lettes. Don't say you haven't been warned. For everyone you transport, you'll get another one back and since the last notable export you made was Ross Noble, I think Oz has struck the better part of the bargain.

BTW if you think Rupert was the biggest gun in the arsenal, then you ain't seen nothing yet. Australia has been keeping Gina Rhinehart and Clive Palmer in reserve  for a suitable occasion. In terms of crass, boorish billionaires they make Bob Diamond look like a Methodist pastor.

[Commander Vyper]

Whichever figure you go for he needs a British pattern sun helmet and must be clean shaven. Bush shirt or jacket is mandatory, although leg wear varies from trews through shorts to riding breeches.

I saw the good Professor perform earlier this year and thoroughly recommend the experience (as long as you won't feel out of place amongst a well dress audience with goggles on their hats and whose ladies wear their corsets on the outside!

Yup he's a good egg and top Rhymer one has to say. Still looking but progressing with the rest of the faction, (the good professor will not be the president, but either vice president master of the tea or secretary, haven't decide yet.

Keep em coming.

[carlos marighela]

Personally I prefer Scroobius Pip but he has less miniature potential.

[Conquistador]

           

[Plynkes]

Steady, old chap.  You're looking with rose-tinted glasses at a period which produced Charles Gordon, Frederick Burnaby, and John Nicholson, among other notable lunatics.  (I omit Elphinstone and his ilk as mere incompetents, generally lacking the aspects of a complete nutter which characterize thos eexamples--or Orde Wingate in the last century, for that matter.)  Professor Elemental is quite harmless by comparison.  I'll take a tea rapper any day over a religious fanatic who's gotten himself stuck up the Nile.

When my perusal of these august forums is disturbed by members posting Youtube videos of Charles Gordon singing "The Chinese Bumboat Man" I might concede that there is some comparison. As it is, Gordon never bothers me, safely tucked up in his grave as he is. And if you think I hold such people and their times in high esteem and view them with a rose tint, then you do not know me as well as you think you do. I was merely upbraiding that nitwit in a manner appropriate to the milieu (and paraphrasing The Man Who Would Be King).



Oh, and sorry I haven't had time to dig out those figures yet for a comparison, CV. I am having a rather busy and hectic time of things at the minute.

[aecurtis]

As it is, Gordon never bothers me, safely tucked up in his grave as he is.

Ha!  You wish!  Where's the body, then?  That scratching on the door late at night, that's Zombie Gordon, that is.

Allen

[Plynkes]

Ah yes, they never did find any of his bits, did they? I was forgetting that.


Perhaps we should ask that Doctor Bashir fellow out of Star Trek. He might know where to look.

[aecurtis]

It is impressive, though: the number of references you can find to Gordon's "tomb" in St. Paul's.

Allen