The ice cream van has just pulled up. Who wants what then? I’m having a choc ice 😀

Mint choc chip please.

double 99 for me with raspberry sauce ta

any of the following in order of preference
rum & raisin
pistachio
mint choc chip

or all 3 if they’ve got triple cones

Screwball please.

I’ll have some of them pink pills he keeps under the counter.

99 with elephants blood or a Vimto lolly for me.
If it’s a posh one, might have a moustachio instead.

I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!

Mr Whippy 99 please, with sauce and nuts.

Big bad Maggie T invented MR Whippy, BTW. So she did do something good (as well as smashing the unions <runs away>)

<runs back for ice cream>

<runs away again>

Just had the first Solero of the year!

Double nougat for me,

Bespoke, handmade cream-ice here (no chemicals in it so it can’t be called ice-cream by EU order!!!) free from the nice lady that makes it. Elderflower and Gooseberry for me please.

Cider Lolly please

The ice cream van has just pulled up. Who wants what then? I’m having a choc ice

I was in a “quiet” room in my office on a conference call with some Russians a couple of hours ago. The LOUDEST ice cream van in the world decided to park up outside with its music on full blast. I had to tell a bunch of extremely bemused clients that I’d have to call them back once it had moved on 🙂

The second part of the call was quality. A Glaswegian trying to explain the concept of an ice cream van to a load of Russians. I should have youtubed the call 🙂

Can you get me a frozen chorizo please?

I’ve been led to believe Glaswow ice cream vans have been known to offer flavours a bit more adventurous than chocolate chip

Yeti – I will , but only if you promise you won’t use it as an offensive weapon!

Nah, I just want to suck on it.
I’d normally go lemon sparkle but it’s not a cheat day.

Rats fat.

I was once riding along a bleak barren mountain in the Valleys (well.. the mountain wasn’t in the valley but The Valleys.. you know what I mean) shrouded in fog.. all very spooky and atmospheric, could hardly see. I was feeling very wild and remote when suddenly a snatch of tinkling sound drifts out of the fog.. bing bing bingly bing.. what was that? Was I hearing things? Rode on for a few minutes and there it was again…

Turned out in typical Valleys style I was riding along a high ridge, and right down below me a few hundred feet was a council estate complete with ice cream van. Fairly surreal moment that.

99 with Monkey’s blood.

Ta.

a Merlin’s Brew for me..
EDIT: and a Mivvi.. 😳

I’ll have one of them racist ice cream snacks my grannie used to ask for her…….bless her the piss smelling old racist cow