Saturday Night BBQ

Well someone remind me in future the game “I have never …” should be banned, or at least never played in polite company.

One of the more interesting BBQs I’ve been to. Mainly because when Grant said the BBQ was brand new, he meant it is still in the box and has to be assembled. Four hours leter we finally had it working, mainly thanks to the arrival of John who cheated and actually followed the instructions rather than go off instinct like the rest of us.

Was amused to get back to my hotel sometime after midnight, to find that the Sunday Star-Times had already been delivered. Less amused to find that the front page photo of me was not the semi-decent one I had supplied, but instead the most dopey photo of me in existence. Grrrrr. In the past this could lead to a blood feud lasting generations.