Fascinating bus journey today courtesy of a fellow a few seats back loudly telling the story of how he stole a car in Adelaide, drove it to Sydney, had all his money stolen by ‘a tranny’ in Kings Cross, and ended up in jail in Tamworth.
You know those dreams where there’s a really awesome shop, and then you wake up and forget the dream, but halfway through the day you remember the really awesome shop and for a moment you think it’s real and then you remember it was just a dream and there’s no really awesome shop?
I hate those dreams.
But I tell ya, if Games Workshop branches were as amazing as I dream they are, there’d be a lot less whinging in the tabletop community.
(I dream about Games Workshop. It’s hard to put into words just how sad that is).