Events
Leg.End’s BBQ - Brought to you by Gazz Wood -
If you get a call telling you to come to a BBQ at the House of Rules, you don't ignore it. If that lot are having a shindig you sit up and take notice. Then you go there. This was a chance for myself (Gazz) and James to reunite with some New York Street Leg.Ends and also get fed. You can't pass it up can you?! Being surrounded by people the likes of Thommy, Roon, Tori, Jaques, Sam, Jime, Oli and even Liam, brings back memories of last year and everything we got done.
Sitting around a piss poor Slow Cooker style BBQ, chatting about various mess such as the new Hitch Hikers Guide movie, Monkey Dust, this very site and how lame Liam is in all honesty, was a fantastic way to spend a Sunday evening.
My burger took no less than 1 hour to cook most of the way through till the point I got so hungry I just ate is as is, and I'm here to tell you that I've never wanted a burger so bad. The combination of the slow as fuck cooking method and the fact that I haven't had anything even resembling a burger for over two months caused some sort of burgerlust in my mind and I had to have it. And I did. And it was fucking worth it!
Roon wasted all the lighter fluid trying to set fire to the floor, Thommy had attacked and abused Liam a couple of times, Oli fish hooked James and Jime had gotten bored throwing rocks at passing cats, so we were all very relieved when a stranger (read Smack Head), who had happened upon us earlier due to the Kaiser Chiefs playing on the old sound system, brought us a wondrous gift.
A Gravity Strider exercise machine.
A death trap in the wrong hands, we instantly set about trying to find the most ingenious ways to hurt ourselves using this donated contraption.
Once that had exhausted it's entertainment value (I.E. we smashed it up) and several people had sheened on to bigger and more DJ-based activities, we adjourned to inside where we had tea and an American Girl showed up to make fun of our accents.
Cheers Becca.