After the extravagance of the first bbq of the year back in march, this was a much simpler and I'm sure a more popular kind of affair. Whenever the sun is shining, I feel the need to cook over fire, like some primeval force taking over me. It's funny what people say about men and bbq's. Neil is definitely not gripped by some all consuming primitive urge to tend to fire, it's all me. I do all the prep and cooking, although Neil does prepare the bbq, showing obvious delight in getting it going and generally getting carried away with lighter fluid and 'firestarters', the latter of which he seemed to like, giddily pointing out the very manly and obvious name.
