Star Wars X-Wing Miniatures Game Review

It is Christmas day, 1980, and I am six years old. I go tearing through the house, rich with the smells of festive cooking, past beaming adults, trailing behind me a full stocking, to sit on my Gran's bed and open my presents. Tearing feverishly at the brightly coloured paper, I hope against hope that my hearts desire is nestled inside. And it is: Luke, Han and Leia come tumbling out onto the duvet in all their plastic glory and I am filled with the glee that only a child on Christmas morning can know.