Nice one Charlie, temp here same but am in Wales without Weber just now so consoled myself with some dead pig for breakfast, the type that used to have a face and a Momma .....

And from HK - BBQ fired up yesterday on bow of timber Junk (the ONLY reason why it is gas powered) for partial cremation of bovine tenderloin. Finished off by searing with a blow torch and accompanied by a 98 Paulliac.

Some strange green things on the plate also - peas - I was told. I thought you snorted 'em.

Been overseas for a few years and the trusty old Weber has been in storage during that time. She was starting to look a bit rusty and well used last time we met and I was considering her fate. However, managed to buy a new grill for my One Touch for 17 US$ last week and now there must be another 10 years in the old girl yet.

Gas is great and very convenient but you just don't get that man/fire thing without charcoal. Anyway, as a mate told me recently, you'd be selling your soul to the devil if you switched now.

You may have seen this before but it did the rounds in work last year and made me smile........

http://youtube.com/watch?v=vq2SOmwzjUU

Enjoy

Perhaps. But it's gay! It even goes 'poof' when it's lit!

Now you're getting the message!

The gas is gay gang will be saying next that corn based ethanol is green - knuckle scrapers.

Err, no.

Weber Warriors don't do 'green'! Nor do they believe one word of the bolleaux spouted by envirofundamentalist lentilistas.

Four star unleaded - the smell of motoring freedom!

Then I'll raise you........2 stroke motor and Castrol R 40 when the gas fails.

Set fire to the pool one afternoon while trying to light the braai using lawnmower fuel. In one's mildly pissed state one dropped a five litre plastic container full of said fuel into the flames which immediately caught alight. Hoiked it out and into the pool in an attempt to extinguish it (Yes, I was pissed:rolleyes:). Set fire to the entire surface of the pool and sank all the floaty toys as well as scuppering the Kreepy Krauly pool cleaner.

Steaks were good and the beer was cold though, so all was not lost.

Castrol R40?

Ah...the good old days of Methanol, real Castor Oil and 30% Nitromethane when I were a lad! In model aeroplane engines, that is!

Earlier in the thread I described the perils of lighting one's blackfellow with 100LL and surgical spirit. The moral being...DON'T!

Bow Inn, thanks for that link. I wasted an amusing hor or so watching similar clips on yoof tube yesterday, but the SA brai etiquette clip was great!

Hmmm... I think 'Kevin' would be more comfortable cooking with the 'G' fuelled variety...:uhoh:

Castrol R40 indeed sir and its sibling R30.

http://www.racelubricants.co.uk/prod...D=113&P_ID=462

"Cazzy R" has a wonderful smell of castor oil. I think they may even run Le Rhone's on it - certainly smells like they do.

Adds that certain mystery flavour for the Paulliac pourer.

Gentlemen, The Beast.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v1...general023.jpg


Car battery powered two-speed windscreen-wiper motor revolves spit.

Bambi over oak/beech logs x 4 hours.

I prostrate myself before you, gnashing of teeth and wailing "I am not worthy"

......suffer the little Bambies for thy pleasure Oh Lord.

Can't beat that even with a big stick, Mr Gainesy.:ok:

Gainesy - truly awesome!

I bow down before thee!!

Er, steady on chaps it isn't my Beast, though I do drive it on occassion. It resides in my local where the Landlord is called, strange but true, Mark Webber.

Have you tried running the beast on a red wine, brown sugar, garlic, rosemary and rock salt mix yet? Makes great crispy ribs and tender haunches and shoulders.

Save Africa - Eat a goat.:ok:

Well in that case, Gainesy....

One can always get one's servant to assist whilst cooking a small joint of beef:


I gave him the tail, tongue, testicles and ears later. One mustn't spoil one's staff....

As one might deduce from 't flat cap, he is clearly from some appalling northern ghetto and hence quite used to gnawing on those unmentionable parts of a beast which no self respecting southern gentleman would even feed to his dog!

Er… actually, Beags, in the vernacular it’s ‘t flat ‘at, as worn when rattin’ and when not tramin’ Ilkley Moor bah’t’ at. At least that’s how I remember it from Church Fenton days, before the New World and barbecues were discovered.

Keep up the good work!