What's that supposed to mean? A wolf's head on a stick. Big wolf barbecue tonight? Bring your own wolf?
People called me a hoodlum and a thug. But they didn't tell you I was a carpenter, an architect, a stand-up comic - even a bartender. And a barbecue cook. But they didn't tell you that.
Barbecue may not be the road to world peace, but it's a start.
I think I can capture the taste buds of the average right-wing conservative who loves barbecue.
We all know you can't have a Fourth of July barbecue without the fixings that go with it.
I'm not a huge fan of North Carolina barbecue. I like Memphis style barbecue and Kansas City.
I came through the Sixties so I was perfectly aware of drug-taking but I came from South Africa and we were brought up in quite an old-fashioned way. If I went to a rave or a party, I'd be behind the barbecue flipping the burgers. I wasn't out there partying.
We sat around and I fed them barbecue and whiskey. And pretty soon everyone started to compete with each other on the guitars. It seemed the more everyone drank and ate, the more everyone got into it.
