So, I was down in sunny Brighton this weekend for FantasyCon 2011 and on the Saturday (after socialising into the early hours with old friends and new at the con) I headed into town for some fresh salt-sea air and to make sure I didn't come away from a couple of days at the seaside having only seen the inside of the Royal Albion Hotel.
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Anyway, enough of that - it's not International Talk Like a Pirate Day!
To cut a long story short, key-timer Jenny Northeast - a fearsome wench with a compass direction for a surname - persuaded me to buy a copy of Dreadfleet when I'd only gone in to pick up the new Tomb Kings army book (research for another new secret project). But then being a salty old sea-dog myself, I've always found a pretty smile and a couple of loaded cannon highly persuasive.
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