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9th June 2015

Barbecue @ 18:38

It’s barbecue weather. Or so it seems.

During the winter, the air in Norton smells richly of burning coal, wood and melting plastic. During the summer months, this is replaced with a heady miasma of charcoal, burnt meat and slurry, although recently this has been added to by the arrival of a fish and chip shop in the village and its associated pongs.
The neighbours gather with their families and friends and burn meat to add a crunchy flavoursome crust. Then dine on said items accompanied by trendy salads and fine wines.

Meanwhile, in Gnomepants Cottage, the food remains cooked on the stove or in the oven as the once faithful barbecue was consigned to the council tip some time during the last great move.

Hosting garden parties and barbecues became a thing of the past once the realisation that standing over burning coals while sausages singed was no longer fun but a chore. The realisation that watching guests get tipsy and sated on cremated burgers and battling wasps while the chefs food got even more scorched and grew colder was no fun for the chef.

I was often the chef.

More often than not, the food would be cold, the guests would be leaving and I’d be left with a mountain of soggy salad even though I’d resolved not to make so much in the first place.

Not fun.

Resolution was that no further barbecues would be hosted and that they would solely be attended upon invitation.

This Sunday in Norton was a glorious day. Neighbours fired up their barbecues and began their annual ritual of eating calcined meat goods. The air became thick with smog but few invitations arrived. But no matter.

It was then that I realised, trend setter that I am, I had set an example amongst my friends. A fashion that no more would they hold barbecues and invite people while the hosts cooked and slaved over burning cinders only to dine themselves later on cold undercooked foodstuffs. This explains why we didn’t get any invites to barbecues from friends. That, and living out in the sticks, miles from friends and family.
So next time you’re enjoying the British summer, sitting in the garden inhaling burnt meat pollution, and have the urge to fire up the old barbecue, invite some chums and have a crap dinner while your friends enjoy the fruits of your labours, remember they didn’t invite you to theirs. Why? Because no fool wants to eat cold sausages and mountains of salad. They want their food cooked, hot and served to them by gracious hosts. They don’t have barbecues. Instead, they are sensible and have their dinner parties indoors.

Curiously I don’t get invites to them either….
 
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From:fj_warren
Date:10th June 2015 09:57 (UTC)
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Living next to a camp site I HATE barbecues. You have to shut all the windows in the house as the garden fills with smoke. All the washing has to be picked in and as some bright sparks have barbecued breakfasts you can be caught out at any time of day!

However, I do have an extremely funny story concerning a camper lighting a barbecue which I will divulge to you one fine day.

Carn Brea, a local landmark, was engulfed in flames recently due to the damage a disposable barbecue caused. They reckon it will take twenty years for the ground to recover! Why couldn't they have gone to McDonald's?!!!!
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From:stegzy
Date:10th June 2015 18:47 (UTC)
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It's the campers who insist on ignoring all common sense and warnings by taking their smouldering barbecues into their tent to keep warm that annoy me.
They give us considerate campers a bad name.

Saying that, my recent camping trips have been relatively barbecue free having opted for local takeaways, cafes and restaurants for sustenance.

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From:lolita_fielding
Date:10th June 2015 10:37 (UTC)
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I hate that my neighbours have so many barbeques. It triggers my asthma and I have to have all the windows shut in Summer and all my washing indoors. Utter bastards.
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From:stegzy
Date:10th June 2015 18:50 (UTC)
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I bet they don't invite you round for a couple of burgers and sausages either. Inconsiderate utter bastards.
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From:zoefruitcake
Date:10th June 2015 12:14 (UTC)
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Next time they fire up we can cook burgers and sausages inside and then eat them in the garden if you like?
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From:stegzy
Date:10th June 2015 18:50 (UTC)
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Or we could nip down the chippy instead.
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From:technophobe1975
Date:10th June 2015 16:45 (UTC)
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Our neighbour loves to barbecue, but I don't think has ever cleaned it, so our garden is engulfed in such thick smoke you can imagine you are in London in the early 1900s navigating your way through a pea souper, while keeping a wary eye open for Jack The Ripper...
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From:stegzy
Date:10th June 2015 19:01 (UTC)
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As long as it's not the Loch Ness Monster Jack the Ripper, you should be ok...



Edited at 2015-06-10 19:02 (UTC)

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