One great thing about blood bowl is there's little to no terrain building/painting compared to other GW games.

Ok you could if you wished construct a pucker stadium or dungeon. Oh and of course there were the old polystyrene astrogranite pitches.

I remember on receiving mine whipping out my aerosol sprays and quickly going about building up a stone effect. I also remember on receiving my replacement pitch whipping out my paint pots and brushes and going about building up a stone effect.

This was my 2nd attempt and disaster with terrain construction and left me in no doubt fondling fences and frames wasn't for me.

My first attempt came at a point in my life where I'd signed up to be a carpenter's apprentice. Watching Village People videos sitting on my grandmothers knee as a young mouse convinced me the building trade was where it was at.

Unfortunately there was very little dancing around with a big utility belt and more long hours of boredom with little to do but watch and learn from the masters. This was until White Dwarf issue 127 came out. Inside were detailed plans on constructing a Warhammer farm house. Immediately I had visions of a table with my beautifully thatched miniature abode sheltering my beautifully unpainted plastic and lead Dwarf Crossbowmen. And so I set to work.

10 days later and well behind schedule, at last my project was finished.

This was when one of the joinery carpenters put his arm around my shoulder, took me aside and said "Harvestmouse, what have you done this week? The workshop's a mess, the machines need oiling, the tools are blunt and you've learnt nothing".

I thought for a second and replied 'Well........what have you done this week?'

"I've built this door for one of our customers".

'Yeah, well I've built a whole house!' I beamed, and whipped out the little farmhouse as proof of my superior workmanship.

I think reflecting now, he took this defeat quite well. He was good enough to let me stay until the end of the month, gave me 2 extra weeks pay and some handy advice on career suitability. Though sadly he did reject my offer of the little cottage as a parting gift.