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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.”

6 Responses to “Conversation With Ice Creams”

  1. Katy Newton Says:

    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.

  2. Mike Says:

    Nice posting …

  3. Ed R Says:

    … so alien…

  4. Tom Says:

    Ya, ed. Where can I get this post translated into American!?

  5. Cliff Says:

    Yeah, I thought this would get lost in translation. Ice creams don’t travel well. Normal service resumes now.

  6. Ed R Says:

    NO, I understood it completely. I was amazed at how alien the names SOUNDED though.

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