Every homo sapiens needs an outbuilding within the curtelage of their property
Welcome...to my Shed!
Peter 'Greblord' Armstrong R.I.P
Peter and I met at the Maidenhead M:TG club back in 1999/2000 when he popped in for some Monday-evening drafting; he noticed me hawking copies of Coppertwaddle, parked his behind - and his beer - beside me and said that he was a game designer too. The following week, he arrived sporting a fat Deck Protector box containing his infamous - at least to those of us who knew him well - card game: "Card" - a maniacal, rainbow-themed festival of Chaos and Absurdity that makes Fluxx look like Food Chain Magnate! Games of Card could last anything up to TEN MINUTES (!) and, with player counts above six, you'd be lucky to get a bloody turn in...but that was the splenge-ing point. Talking of 'splenge'...and 'vwaarb' and 'gluntch': these aren't the next three games in the GIPF Project, but exclamations of surreal pleasure often spilling from Peter's mouth when words, frankly, weren't up to it.
Peter and I met regularly for lunch, in the late noughties, when we'd both secured jobs in Central London: a hearty sandwich and a board game seeing us through our working week! He once told me that while working at Games Workshop, in the 1980s, he was paid £50 cash-in-hand to teach George Harrison's son to paint miniatures (he went to the house in Berkshire and everything); 'the boy Dhani' was a bit of a spoilt little sod, apparently, but there was a twinkle of pride in his eye as he related the story.
In recent years, Peter and I had kept in touch; bumping in to each other on our travels (we shared an extraordinarily-noisy bed in Eindhoven - his snoring was like an earthquake!) and exchanging updates via Social Media.
This Charming Man: Essen Spiel, 2013
In January we had a long messenger session discussing the merits & de-merits of Scythe and Kingdom Death: Monster, how his Guernsey steam tramway scenario for Snowdonia was coming along and how he'd been a bit poorly recently. Today - a peaceful Monday - Sarcoidosis and accompanying complications have robbed a beautiful family of their devoted Husband & Father and many, many people of an outstandingly-good friend.
Farewell, Mighty Greblord! Sleep peacefully, my dear chap.