...more traditional Brit BBQ menu...
Beer.
Poking the coals about in the hope they'll catch.
Beer.
A few sausages, black on the outside, raw in the centre.
Beer.
A flabby disc of minced bits of sundry beasts which either lost the 4.30 at Kempton Park or were liberated from the local vet's dustbins... Inserted into a bun with some sauce and lettuce, then somewhat laughingly described as 'a burger'.
Beer.
Some bony bits of rubber-wrapped racing hen doused in thermonuclear chilli marinade.
Rain.
Beer.
Rain.
Local Chinese takeaway.
0030-1200 at half hourly intervals perched on the porcelain throne - the after effect of eating lettuce.