Byron's Big Bad BBQ

I was working off a serious lack of sleep. Claire and Lisa had stayed over the night before and after getting to sleep around 9am I awoke at 12pm feeling perfectly rested and perky. Of course this feeling was short lived and I began to fade in the early afternoon. Although the house was in a mess, the luxury of my parents being away meant I was able to defer the cleaning to another unspecified point in the future. I watched England getting knocked out of the world cup which is always good and then headed to Byron’s for a BBQ. Earlier in the day I sounded Byron out about bringing food and drink and he assured me that if I were to bring drink I would be well looked after on the food front. Bearing that in mind, I set off at 7 with a 10 pack of bottled Bavaria and a six pack of canned Bavaria. Good old Dublin Bus pulled through once more and I and Cakes (who I had met at the bus stop) were waiting for well over an hour. By the time we arrived at Byron’s it was almost 9pm! Still I was well up for a beer at this stage and cracked into them before you could say BYRN! Perhaps it was due to the late arrival of my bus but I somehow always suspected that Byron’s claims of there being enough food for everyone were a bit sketchy. Sure enough as I arrived, the last of the burgers and sausages were being polished off. Never mind though, I stuffed a pitta bread full of re-fried beans and salsa and it kept me ticking over. The vibe was nice and relaxed, perfect considering the night I had before. Had a good auld chat with Sam re things like Mr. McCaughan, Theoretical Physics, Karima and pelvis-cracking!

Soon Col and Aily turned up and at about 2am it was only us three and Byron left. We figured we had outstayed our welcome and headed back to mine in Aily’s car for more fun and games. As usual we stopped off at the Esso and this time it was Col’s turn to make a scene. He found himself stood in front of the household accessories section and felt compelled to buy a pack of rubber bands on the strength of them being of price code ‘G’. Back at the gaff we George Foremaned some delicious looking sausage things that Aily had bought in a random shop but unfortunately the reality turned out to be quiet different. They were minging! Even Roger coming home in a drunken hungry state at 6.30am couldn’t manage to eat one! Col with his general lack of respect for taste didn’t even try one and while Aily and I were force feeding ourselves these sausages, Col was busy covering himself in the rubber bands he bought. He covered his arms and legs with them before getting bored and ripping them off in his usual drunken violent manner. Then Col and I skanked it up in the kitchen to a couple of madness tunes before retiring to the living room for drinks and chat. Eventually I threw Col into the spare room and we all went to bed. Nice.

Now away with ye…