Ben's parents used to have big family BBQs once a month, which we used to gate crash.
We jump in the Metro and head out to the beach in the new forest where they hire a bbq area for the day.
One classic line that will stay with me forever came from his mum, cyprus Jill.

"And later, we will spit roast a chicken!"

she never understood why we were pissing ourselfs for ages.
Spit roasting meant something totally different to our dirty minds.