New Model

Evening all,

The point of barbecues somewhat escapes me.

My friend has a huge, costly barbecue with many accessories, it occupies pride of place on his deck, thirteen feet way from his very swish kitchen range.

Yet he still insists we stand outside the house, hopefully clutching empty plates and empty stomachs, gathered around an ex council crematoria
device watching him alternate between delivering up a plate of raw botchillistic chicken or a meat so over cooked it melts utensils, burns through the burger buns and explodes fillings in teeth...

And you aren't allowed a choice of meat either, it'll be sausage or burger, heaven forbid you bring a piece of fish to the party,
(not a recognised and therefore wholly ignored offering, and no you can't cook it yourself, not a thing that you are allowed to do!)

We haven't forgotten the vegetarians though...small bag of mixed salad leaves bought from asda, and a cucumber!

oh, roll on winter, roll on....

night all


Marilyn manson