The barbecue in a briefcase
The barbecue in a briefcase Picture the scene: you are walking – no, striding – through the park with a metal briefcase in your hand. It’s the kind of case that, were this an international thriller, would be handcuffed to your wrist and filled with either stacks of cash or perplexing, gunmetal-coloured machine parts set into foam. You arrive at your destination, which is the scrubby bit of the park where barbecues are permitted....