It would appear that all over the UK and other parts of Northern Europe there is a strange phenomena occurring known as prolonged sunshine and hot weather. This leads to strange reactions in many people. Some who normally crave sunshine begin to moan about how hot it is. Many people develop red ‘bibs’ due to sunburn in the area around the neck of their shirt/T-shirt and many London taxi drivers swap their normal greeting of ‘where to guv?’ to ‘hot enough for you mate?’
The main result of this type of phenomena is that supermarkets suddenly sell out of any food suitable for grilling (sausages, chicken wings, burgers, etc) and small bread products for encasing the aforementioned grilled food. Yep, it’s BBQ season.
In many households the following scene is played out
Routine…
(1) The woman buys the food.
(2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.
(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill – beer in hand.
(4) The woman remains outside the compulsory three meter exclusion zone where the exuberance of testosterone and other manly bonding activities can take place without the interference of the woman.
Here comes the important part:
(5) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.
More routine…
(6) The woman goes inside to organise the plates and cutlery.
(7) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is looking great. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he flips the meat
Important again:
(8) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.
More routine…
(9) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table.
(10) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.
And most important of all:
(11) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.
(12) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed ‘her night off ‘, and, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there’s just no pleasing some women.
(13) Next day everyone is ill due to eating undercooked food.
Careful if you are a nudist though, it can be painful. Here’s a more typical BBQ scene for Pattaya, Thailand, Its not easy getting into that suit I can tell you.
Anyone a fan of BBQ’s and have any good tips or recipes?
Right I’m off to the pool in a bit as everyday is a hot day in Thailand!
Ohhh BBQ – we canadians are addicted.
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Greeting Gareth…
Not read your post yet – still recovering from the pictures!
Gulp.
That’s a fine gimp outfit you’re wearing there GIT.
I also favour wearing a gimp mask when not in the office telling people what to do.
However I advocate wearing the complete head to toe rubber suit with patent high heels when barbecuing, it affords a degree of protection from the coals when nipple clamped to the grill.
But I must confess, I had you down more as standard cross-dresser, not as an S&M fetishist. What happened to the pink tutu Mumbo Jumbo Jim tells me you usually relax in?
More pervertedly than you,
Pompous Git
Har har har
Generally cross dressing is enough, but come on we all have to fill our weekends as well, one needs a hobby old boy.
I hope your outfit is made from a fire retardent rubber, can I suggest LUL compliant Ronsil 72 LCH1 flame retardant silicone rubber.
This will prevent any nasty injuries caused by the BBQ coals or any friends present who are messing about with a novelty branding iron.
The pink tutu was stolen from my washing line by a Belgian. I’m considering replacing it with a nice silver sequin encrusted number, can you let me have the details of your supplier?
hyek hyek hyek
GIT
following this blog, good stuff!