The Curse of Nurgle, Reviews And Other Things
Last week I was struck down by the curse of Nurgle, a daemonic plague which resulted in me wheezing and gurgling and my voice becoming considerably deeper and huskier. I’ve been scaring people round the house by sounding like a Scottish Darth Vader. The end result of all this was that not much got done. There was no blog post for the first time in over a year and I am yet further behind with my deadlines. I am off to Nottingham for the Warhammer 40,000 Doubles Tournament this weekend and then I shall be in Scotland for a long-booked Read more…