Conversation With Ice Creams
Not a conversaton involving ice creams, but one which took place this weekend when ice creams were being had.
Father in law (over ice creams bought by me from the ice cream van man): “One pound for a Flake 99 - that’s not bad.”
Me: “Sure, they start out cheap, but it’s early Spring.”
Brother in law: “Yeah, the first one’s always cheap.”
Me: “He’s right, before you know if you’re on the Fabs.”
Brother in law: “Sure it starts out as a bit of fun - Twisters, maybe a Solero, but then you’re going, ‘Got any Zooms man?’ ”
Me: “And by mid-summer you’re forking out twenty quid for a Funny Feet, pretending like you don’t have a problem.”
May 7th, 2006 at 10:43 pm
Shouldn’t it be a Funny Foot?
I haven’t had one of those babies for ages. One of the more challenging ice lollies. Would you finish it unscathed? Or would it be melting all over your hands and shoes by the time you got halfway through? Happy memories.
May 8th, 2006 at 1:44 am
Nice posting …
May 8th, 2006 at 6:22 am
… so alien…
May 8th, 2006 at 7:54 am
Ya, ed. Where can I get this post translated into American!?
May 8th, 2006 at 8:41 am
Yeah, I thought this would get lost in translation. Ice creams don’t travel well. Normal service resumes now.
May 8th, 2006 at 10:54 am
NO, I understood it completely. I was amazed at how alien the names SOUNDED though.