WARGAMER Birmingham Show Cancellation

Warning Order Sixteenth of November

Cancellation of WARGAMER Wargames Show, Birmingham 02/12/2018

     

       "Well that's been and gone and torn it!! Just as I was finking about getting meself all set up for a trip to Birmingham and the chance of a nice curry when the old man, the Colonel, up's and sez as I was packing 'is golf clubs in the boot of the staff car ('e was 'eading orf for the divisional golf championships; all well and good for 'im but it's me that has to lug that bag full of bleedin' clubs around and replace all them divots wot 'e 'acks out orf the ground) "Ah Bishop, me lad" Oh oh, finks I, this don't sound good "Bishop, we shan't be going to Birmingham at the beginning of December; the Wargamer Show on the 2nd of December is off; cancelled I'm afraid, so you can stand down that weekend; Mrs Colonel Bill and myself shall be visiting relatives instead". 

     So that was that, no trip to Birmingham and no nice curry in one of them new curry restaurants wot they 'ave in habundance down there. Lumme!

     And as for my weekend, well I can 'ave it all to myself now....providing Provost Sgt Bleedin' McTavish 'is 'appy wif my bed space lay out!! Cheerio lads, I best get on wif bulling me boots, 'adn't I!"

Targe 2018, Kirremuir

      "Blimey, I had just put down the Colonel's breakfast kippers in front of 'im this morning when he says "Bishop, get the staff car polished up and then go to the Paymaster and draw some fuel coupons; we're off to Scotland" 

   Oh bleedin' 'eck, I thinks, bang goes my game of darts down at the Crown this Saturday. I was a shoe in for the first prize in the local darts competition; first prize ten shillings!

    "Yes sir; polish the staff car, collect fuel coupons it is, sir!" I replies, smart as yer like. "Sir, one question, sir?" Fixing me with his beady eye and with his mouthful of kipper he says, "Yes, what is it, Bishop" 

     "Well sir, what time are you carrying out this 'ere inspection, sir; if you don't mind me asking, sir?" says I, pouring him his tea.

      "Ah, worried about our game of darts, are we, Bishop?" he says, flecking my battle dress with bits of half chewed kipper. "Don't worry, we'll be back in time: timings at Targe 2018 are first parade 10.00 hours till 16.00 hours on the 10th November. Got that?"

      "Got it, sir" says I, smiling and pouring the milk into his tea.

      So we'll see you there, chaps, now orf you pop before the Provost Sergeant McTavish turns up"

Basher

"Wot time is First Parade?"

         "Morning all, Private William "Basher" Bishop 'ere, batman to Colonel Bill, him what runs this 'ere wargames stores depot, wot we calls Colonel Bill's, up 'ere in the flippin' north of Engerland.
        When I ain't busy ironing the Colonel's uniform, bulling up his boots, bringing him his tea and crumpet of a morning ('e likes 'is crumpet, does the Colonel, know wot I mean?) or carrying 'im back from the mess full of 'is favourite port I'll be bringing you lot up to date wiv what's new in the Depot. Meanwhile, I best get busy; we're off on a tour of inspection soon,
Right, off you goes"
Basher