Ice Cold in Alexandra Palace

Last night, inspired by the sweltering heat in these parts, we played a Western Desert game with my venerable army of microtanks, and my adapted Memoir '44 rules.

Above the British "defenders" dig in on what passes for terrain.  Below, the German anti-tank screen moves forward.

The British so-called "defenders" attacked from the outset, and eventually left much of the Afrika Corps burning in the desert!  This was down to a combination of superb cards and inspired play; one air attack, alone, took out most of an artillery regiment and also a battery of 88's.

In place of Heineken, we drank a chilled Italian wine.

Memoir '14 update

This is a link to Greg's site, where he has uploaded his WW1 Adaptation of Memoir '44. 

The pdf on the site is a large one (19MB), and in French.  There will be an English translation in a few days.

Recently I messed around with Memoir '44 for my Western Desert variant, which gave a great game.  Greg has got me thinking about writing a variant for the French Indo-China War...

Memoir '14

Mon ami Greg has decided what he's bringing to Salute 2011: surprisingly, but interestingly, a WW1 28mm figure game adapted from Richard's Borg's excellent WW2 Memoir'44 boardgame rules.  This sounds like a fun idea, and I shall definitely try his rules amendments out with my own WW1 15mm figures.

Here is a link to his Gloarmy blog which has pictures of a playtest.

And now for something completely different...

I played a 1941 Western Desert game last night, with Ian "Erwin" Notter, using adapted Memoir '44 rules (you can see Rommel's "hand" in the background).  We commanded roughly a brigade each. 

 

These minis are absolutely ancient; when I last played with them, Consul was but a gleam in his father's eye.

I launched an attack on the right, then an attack in the centre.  Here my lancers are about to bravely charge the enemy anti-tank screen (successfully as it turned out, although they had all perished by the end of the game).  

There was gratuitous destruction, with more than half the total troops on the table slaughtered, before we called it a night.  The central ridge changed hand half a dozen times.  At one point a panzer company broke through to the British gun line, but was destroyed by the gunners firing over open sights.  I think I may have gained a moral victory...