Monday, September 14, 2026

Owlbear & Wizards Staff 2026

Leamington Spa in early September is always a glorious time of year, not least for the annual Owlbear & Wizard’s Staff convention, ably organised as always by Matt Broome. It benefits from a very friendly venue in St Patrick’s Irish Centre that overlooks the river and is in easy walking distance of local hotels and pubs, a good selection of games that all of the volunteer GMs put a lot of thought into, and some unique touches like the legendary lunch time samosas provided as part of the ticket price.

After a trouble free journey, (with many thanks to Susan for driving) and a swift half in the Cricketers Pub, I settled down for my first game of the weekend.

Cy-Borg : Johnny Bubonic

I think I prefer the various spin off Borg-like games to the original, especially Pirate Borg and Cy-Borg as they combine simple rules with a lot of setting specific flavour in the form of different character archetypes and random tables. In this scenario, our rag tag crew of heavily indebted hackers, nanomancers and corp killers were tasked with extracting an upstart punk star called Johnny Bubonic from the middle of a gig because reasons. They were paying us, so we didn’t ask too many questions. Unusually for this sort of setup, we actually spent a considerable amount of time scoping the venue and planning the heist, and it all went fine until a fumble meant that the flashbangs went off in the middle of the crowd with hilarious consequences. We recovered the situation with some judicious sniping, a knife fight with some irate kitchen staff and a pre-stolen getaway van on standby. Thanks to Sue Savage for running!

I wasn’t gaming on Friday night, so there was the usual delight of seeing much loved familiar faces at the Pug before a stealth curry organised by Orlanth Rex taking some of the admin hassle away from Matt. Yum. I was stuffed and called it a night after that.


MERP : Far Harad Ahoy!

Saturday’s game was a session of the famously convoluted Middle Earth Role Playing game, expertly GM’d by all round lovely guy Dave Patterson. The rules involve a D100 roll, adding in an offensive bonus, looking up the result on a table cross referencing weapon and armour type, then (more often than not) rolling on another table for a fumble or critical with a variety of entertaining outcomes - simple! We each had a couple of the tables to check results on and got into the swing of things quite quickly, making short work of the baddies. A particularly satisfying series of rolls saw my camel kicking a sand dragon in the face before a hobbit finished the job by shooting an arrow through both its ears. Sorry Dave!





AD&D : Temple of the Sea Demon

I’d not played AD&D for well over forty years but fortunately GM Mitch Hyde reminded us of the rules in all of their Gygaxian splendor. We planned a series of raids into the titular temple with military precision, fighting cultists and demons and escaping with enough treasure to pay for my unfortunately deceased halfling thief to be resurrected. Great old school nostalgic fun, including miniatures and Games Workshop dungeon floor plans!


Saturday night saw me and Susan enjoying our now traditional large G&T and noodles at Wagamamas and comparing war stories of our games so far, before I headed up to the White Horse for more beer and conversation with lovely people. I fear that we are all getting old though, and my voice was very croaky by the end of the night.

Tales of The Old West : The Devil Sent Me to Laredo

The final game of the weekend was one of my favourites of recent years, with Andy Horton presenting us with a classic spaghetti western style setup of a town where life seemed just too good, a mysterious Spanish mission, and an armoured train with a villainous governor and his white hatted goons. Much heroic gunplay and some lucky escapes for my disillusioned preacher turned gunslinger, and a great showdown at the end.




Roll on next year!

Cascade

Resonance cascade
A bad day for Black Mesa labs
They're waiting for you

Planet Rock: The Album by Afrika Bambaataa & The Soulsonic Force

Let’s start with the good stuff. This is a genre defining album that takes the icy electronic music of Kraftwerk (reproduced in the studio rather than sampled) and melds it with a danceable beat to create something genuinely new and exciting. It’s good to see that the members of Kraftwerk get individual writing credits on this, which earns this album a star.

The bad is that Bambaataa was not only a sexual predator of the very worst kind for many years, but that his crimes were ‘hip-hop’s best kept secret’ and covered up, with whistle blowers and victims being silenced by the rich and powerful. Enough is enough.

Sunday, September 13, 2026

Wings, Constellation

Ten bright stars twinkling
Ptolomy saw an eagle
Soaring in heaven

Ogdens' Nut Gone Flake by Small Faces

I’m still not entirely sure how Small Faces went from being a well regarded mod band playing R&B and Soul covers, to producing one of the strangest and most psychedelic concept albums ever recorded, but I’m glad they did. The record was originally released in a circular metal tin but that had to be abandoned because it was expensive and they kept rolling off the shelves in record shops!

The first side opens with the title track, featuring a Hammond organ and string session, moving on to a varied selection of styles including hard rock, soul and a proper blinky-blimey-cockernee singalong that anticipated the Britpop of Blur et al by a good thirty years. Side two is even stranger, with a surreal concept story narrated by comedian Professor Stanley Unwin, famed for inventing his own mangled version of English.

I can imagine a sixties hippie, having rolled up a giant Camberwell carrot on the back of their record tin being transported by this tale of Happiness Stan, a giant fly and a quest for the missing half of the moon.

Genuinely enchanting and Engly Twenty Fido-tastic!

Saturday, September 12, 2026

Pampas Grass, Nirvana

Suburban swingers
Subtle signposts softly sway
Seeking Nirvana

Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water by Limp Bizkit

Oh dear. As well as the usual embarrassing spectacle of white people rapping, this album features an overload of puerile swearing, as if Beavis and Butthead decided to copy the Beastie Boys with a side order of Nine Inch Nails. They even tried to get Rick Rubin to produce this, but he lasted a week before sensibly quitting.

The end result is simply tiresome, with mother-effin this and sniggering references to rude bits of anatomy-that. Even Apple Music thought that the name of this album was beyond the pale and asterisked it out. After listening to a couple of tracks, I looked up Fred Durst’s Wikipedia bio and it confirmed that he is, indeed, a massive arsehole who supports Vladimir Putin. Yikes.

I prefer my biscuits crunchy.