Today in pulp... I take a trip to Games Workshop! It's not all Warhammer 40,000 you know!

OK, it is mostly Warhammer...

Games Workshop is a shop like no other. You are literally entering a portal to another dimension, where the dice is king and the smell of incense and sausage rolls hangs heavy in the air.

Let's look around...

Firstly there's a lot of dice. I mean a lot. Nobody uses a calculator in Games Workshop: the numbers are resolved by memory and witchcraft into strategic options. Most of which involve an Orc sitting on you until you say the magic word.

And there are rules. Lots of them. Rules are to games what guns are to John Wick - a talisman of power as well ad a tool of destruction. The highest complement a gamer cannot another gamer is to confirm they are technically correct, "the best form of correct!"

There are magazines a plenty to get your style tips from...

...and more chain mail than you can shake a runesword at!

But mostly there's miniatures. Models of awesome power and intricate beauty, dry brushed to perfection. Go ahead, touch them. You're allowed!

The men and women who paint such models are heroes beyond compare. They don't mind lockdown: it gives them more time to work on the Helmet of Chronos the Chais-Slayer!

Not everything in Games Workshop involves batering elves with cudgels...