What about an enormous fire pit? They are always way more fun than gas. Bury your tinfoiled spuds in the coals, make your own spit to roast the pheasant that you mullered on the way, (eh
@Stripy), or put some real effort in and do a Clarkson and arrive with a cow on the roof. Then you have a focal point to sing round later in the eve when the Mead starts to flow. Just have to change the words of Come By Car me lord, to Come by T6.