No not the tall overly big breasted dolls, whose philosophy in life I never quite got into or else I'd be living in a pink penthouse, driving my pink convertable, and even though I was with Ken, I'd really be thinking about GI Joe.
Nope, this is more the burning type of barbie.. We recently had a get together at our tiny apartment, which involved 2 BBQ's on our verandas - what our place lacks in space, it more than makes up with in verandas (3 very, very small ones).
In one corner, manned by the 6ft 4 Aussie man, was the big, clearly ready for shrimps and snags Aussie version:
Despite the stereotype, I've actually never in my 28 years ever 'thrown a shrimp on the barbie' before...
On the other corner, manned by one of the shorter British boys was their Fischer and Pikel version:
Nuff said really.