Scanning the notes I penned while playing HQWW2 this week, I can’t find anything resembling an aggro anecdote. There’s no chunk of shorthand reminding me of that bit in Mission 4 of the US campaign when I spent an absorbing…
Apologies, a family illness has scuppered my plans to deliver a Headquarters: World War II review today. If you’d like to know why Slith’s risk-averse newcomer has failed to dislodge the likes of The Troop, the Battle Academies, and Second Front,…
A is for Alphabetised wargame, sim, and site news. Now and again, assuming I can persuade Austerity’s Blackburn Cirrus Bombardier engine to perform the miracle of internal combustion, I spend a few days scouring Simulatia and Grognardia for stories with…
Clive Sinclair’s be-rainbowed brainchild cast a long happy shadow over my boyhood, but I’m struggling to single-out one game as a personal landmark. Should it be Arnhem, my first computer wargame, or Fighter Pilot, my introduction to flight simulation. Should…
Want to turn a green lane into a brown lane, tow a Gulaschkanone across a snowy field, or roam the Western Desert trashing Axis airfields? Get a 4×4. Want quick introductions to games of interest to realism relishers and old…
They laughed in the face of PC Gamer, told Gamespot to feck off, and pushed Rock Paper Shotgun into a really deep bit of the Kennet & Avon canal. The only place on the ludological internet where you’ll find an…
The following interview is the result of a chance encounter I had last Sunday on a bridle path in Savernake Forest. It might have been the sickly-sweet aroma of decay that wafted from their steaming mounts. It might have been…
A is for Alphabetised wargame, sim, and site news. Every so often, assuming I can persuade Austerity’s Blackburn Cirrus Bombardier engine to perform the miracle of internal combustion, I spend a few days scouring Simulatia and Grognardia for stories with…
I’ve been digital wargaming for over forty years, but until a couple of days ago had never desktop generalled two of the most important battles ever fought in the British Isles. Why are the Battle of the Boyne and the…
A minute’s silence in memory of the demo disc, if you please. Coup de grâced by broadband, the wafer of wonders* that once clung limpet-like to the front cover of almost every games mag is no more. Denied these monthly…
Want to turn a green lane into a brown lane, tow a Gulaschkanone across a snowy field, or roam the Western Desert trashing Axis airfields? Get a 4×4. Want quick introductions to games of interest to realism relishers and old…
When Ignatius, my hard-to-please shoulder gnome, says All Quiet in the Trenches “lacks teeth” I know he’s thinking about the gruesome sawtooth Seitengewehr 98 that we occasionally handled as youngsters. Why my father owned a WW1 ‘butchers blade’ I couldn’t…