Digby's new friend
Sir: Pigs might fly, and the moon be proved to be green cheese before I could have found myself in agreement with Digby Anderson, or so I thought. Now he has written so perceptively about the dreadful practice of barbecuing (Food, 7 May) that I find myself cheering him on and ready to offer congratulations. The only thing he has left out is the plight of the gardener with two barbecuing neighbours, left and right, who make a summer evening in the garden like tarmac at Heathrow on a bad day.
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