The Tong Master

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Updated 26 Nov, 08 - 8 Comments.

Chicks...they just won't understand this....

Griff was at the barbecue and Ood was at the barbecue and I was at the barbecue; three men standing around a barbecue, sipping beer,staring at sausages, rolling them backwards and forwards, never leaving them alone.

We didn't know why we were at the barbecue; we were just drawn there like moths to a flame. The barbecue was a powerful gravitational force, a man-magnet. Ood said "the thin ones could use a turn", I said "yeah I reckon the thin ones could use a turn", Griff said "yeah they really need a turn" - it was a unanimous turning decision.

Griff was the Tong-Master, a true artist, he gave a couple of practice snaps of his long silver tongs, SNAP SNAP, before moving in, prodding, teasing, and with an elegant flick of his wrist, rolling them onto their little backs. A lesser tong-man would've flicked too hard; the sausages would've gone full circle, back to where they started. "Nice", I said. The others went "yeah".

Drakey was passing us, he heard the siren-song- sizzle of the snags, the barbecue was calling, beckoning, "Drakeyyyy ...come". He stuck his head in and said "any room"? We said "yeah" and began the barbecue shuffle; Griff shuffled to the left, Ood shuffled to the left, I shuffled to the left, Drakey slipped in beside me,we sipped our beer.

Now there were four of us staring at sausages, and Griff gave me the nod, my cue. I was second-in-command, and I had to take the raw sausages out of the plastic bag and lay them on the barbecue; not too close together, not too far apart, curl them into each other's bodies like lovers -fat ones, thin ones, herbed and continental. The chipolatas were tiny, they could easily slip down between the grill, falling into the molten hot-bead-netherworld below. Carefully I laid them sideways ACROSS the grill, clever thinking.

Griff snapped his tongs with approval; there was no greater barbecue honour.

Beanie came along, he said "looking good, looking good" -the irresistible lure of the barbecue had pulled him in too. We said "yeah" and did the shuffle, left,left, left, left, he slipped in beside Drakey, we sipped our beer.

Five men, lots of sausages. Ood was the Fork-pronger; he had the fork that pronged the tough hides of the Bavarian bratwursts and he showed a lot of promise.

Stabbing away eagerly, leaving perfect little vampire holes up and down the casing. Beanie was shaking his head, he said "I reckon they cook better if you don't poke them". There was a long silence, you could have heard a chipolata drop, and this newcomer was a rabble-rouser, bringing in his crazy ideas from outside. He didn't understand the hierarchy; first the Tong-master, then the Sausage-layer,then the Fork-pronger -and everyone below was just a watcher. Maybe eventually they'll move up the ladder, but for now - don't rock the Weber.

Heidi popped her head in; "hmmm, smells good", she said. She was trying to jostle into the circle; we closed ranks, pulling our heads down and our shoulders in, mumbling "yeah yeah yeah", but making no room for her. She was keen, going round to the far side of the barbecue, heading for the only available space . . . the gap in the circle where all the smoke and ashes blew. Nobody could survive the gap; Heidi was going to try. She stood there stubbornly, smoke blinding her eyes, ashes filling her nostrils, sausage fat spattering all over her arms and face. Until she couldn't take it anymore, she gave up, backed off. Drakey waited till she was gone and sipped his beer. We sipped our beer, "yeah".

Griff handed me his tongs. I looked at him and he nodded. I knew what was happening, I'd waited a long time for this moment - the abdication. The tongs weighed heavy in my hands, firm in my grip - was I ready for the responsibility? Yes, I was. I held them up high and they glinted in the sun. "Don't forget to turn the thin ones" Griff said as he walked away from the barbecue, disappearing toward the house. "Yeah" I called back, "I will, I will".

I snapped them twice, SNAP SNAP, before moving in, prodding, teasing, and with an elegant flick of my wrist, rolling them back onto their little bellies. I was a natural, I was the TONG-MASTER.

But only until Griff got back from the toilet.

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