A few years back, a neanderthal man brought home a large chunk of mammoth for his hungry family, stopping only to put an elastoplast on his leg to staunch the bleeding suffered while he subdued the beast. He chucked the meaty chunk on the fire, and after a while they all tucked in to the burnt remains.
Thirty odd thousand years later, the same procedure was enacted under my open bedroom window a couple of weekends ago, filling the place with the reek of methylated spirits.
I live in an upper maisonette and my nice downstairs neighbours have a small patio which we overlook. Why does the man of the house persist in the absurd activity we call the barbecue.. What's wrong with a proper grill? If he must delight in burning flesh, why do it under my bedroom window on a hot night?
I shall have to ask them to let me know when the cremation is due to start, so that I can close all the windows and sit indoors sweating, It really is an anti-social activity, which is usual prompted by recommendations in the weekend colour mags, you know, the ones that have thirty ingredients and look like landfill.
Ah well! I'll soon be out at the Proms most evenings!
Thirty odd thousand years later, the same procedure was enacted under my open bedroom window a couple of weekends ago, filling the place with the reek of methylated spirits.
I live in an upper maisonette and my nice downstairs neighbours have a small patio which we overlook. Why does the man of the house persist in the absurd activity we call the barbecue.. What's wrong with a proper grill? If he must delight in burning flesh, why do it under my bedroom window on a hot night?
I shall have to ask them to let me know when the cremation is due to start, so that I can close all the windows and sit indoors sweating, It really is an anti-social activity, which is usual prompted by recommendations in the weekend colour mags, you know, the ones that have thirty ingredients and look like landfill.
Ah well! I'll soon be out at the Proms most evenings!
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