Up In Smoke

Another Saturday night barbecue. Having dumped a pile of coals in the tray and made myself look like a chimney-sweep in the process, I'm absolutely determined to make sure the buggers light like they're supposed to, in spite of the brisk breeze. With the assistance of a full bottle of lighter gel and a match that's nowhere near long enough for the purpose, I soon have the towering inferno on the go (and am reasonably lucky not to have stumps for arms).