I may or may not have recently attended a friends house for "a great BBQ mate".
Imagine my dismay when I opened my first tinny (some sort of supermarket brand) and wandered outside to be confronted with a bbq attached to a metal cylinder by a tube.
I made all the right polite noises and left as early as was socially acceptable.
Now gasser or 'tother lot, I think we'd all put up with noshing off either grill if so invited? I imagine that even BEags (the arch opponent of Satan's bum fuel) wouldn't turn his back on an invite to quaff free hooch and Langdale-raised ribeye (well hung), even though it lept from my hideously heated grill. And what were these 'right polite noises'? Surely not gaseous?
Just had notification of my Canberra mate's visit next week - ex-RAAF and now venerable Qantas shag -
GAS through and through. Must stock up with some
VB and Wolf stuff.