Gentlepersons,
I know you're all celebrating a snowy white Xmas (social distancing etc.) up there - but we've had a disaster down here at Tartare Towers.
The Weber - breath of Satan's bottom version - has finally shat itself, so to speak.
On Christmas day - one cannot put a prawn on the barbie.
Even though I'm a kiwi in this wide brown land, it is nonetheless something approaching an un-ostraylian disaster.
Second only to the beer fridge breaking down.
Bugger it, says I. Those lads and ladettes on the prune thing are always talking about the benefits of wood.
As does my Seth effrikin mate Bruce.
Have decided to become a charcoalist, rather than a gasist.
Any particular model you all recommend?