First Livingstone Road BBQ Of The Year

At half eleven this morning, I was sat at my desk at Astrium, looking out of the window at the glorious weather with one thing on my mind: barbecue. I have a fantastic flat that I love very much, but unfortunately land is not something that comes with it. So I took action and decided to lie to my dad.

I sent him a message stating that gran has just called me saying; that you had the intention of lighting the barbie round Livingstone later on, and if this was this true? Dad gamely called my bluff and “Could be…” was the reply I received. The seed was now sown. I left work as early as possible and cycled back to Southsea to buy cold beer and marinated meats from the Med Supermarket on Elm Grove (£4, bargain). Twenty minutes later dad and my uncle marched through the garden door, after a day out on the boat, with the catch of the day. What ensues is a very typical, last minute Livingstone Road barbecue. I love them. Big thanks to my landlords Cat & Stu for providing the firelighters.

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3 Responses to First Livingstone Road BBQ Of The Year

  1. Mashita Natsuko says:

    You are a good boy and I knew your feeling. White lie is a good thing to do on sometime. X

  2. oohlalapin says:

    Just sat at my desk in the gallery, and its half eleven. Im thinking exactly the same thing for my dinner tonight. I doubt however I will receive fresh fish, boo.
    This looks wonderful!

  3. Charlie says:

    Thank you both! Lou, apologies for not making it down to LJR for drinks, got caught up with this. Catch you at Villains later if you are going.x

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