Indeed, Tim!
brickhistory, good to hear that you're going to unbolt the gas-fag bits and throw them away. Then out with the starter fluid and flirelighters...singed eyebrows, lots of fire and smoke until half an hour's drinking has passed, then on with the bits of dead beast!
Women - know your place! Stick with making the salad, doing the washing up and bringing more drinks. Man make fire, cook dead beast. Simple enough for your pretty little heads?
Here in Merrie Olde England, it is a bank holiday. Which means, of course, that the black oblate spherical rain maker is sitting forlornly on its tripod outside in the peeing rain wondering when it will next be lit!