A few days ago I was minding my own business watching TV here in England, when an ice cream van drove by.
English ice cream vans sounds nothing like the Danish ones, and it is quite possibly the most horrifying sound I have ever heard. In Denmark it's just a bell going DING DING DING. Here it's the sound of broken children's music, like and old scratched record that has been slowed down a bit. :fear:
When I was a kid, back in the '90s, early '00s, our neighborhood would be visited by three ice cream trucks a day. Two had the most irritating "music" ever, and got a majority of the business. the third one, which got there towards the end of the day, had a simple bell and was driven by this lady who liked to talk. I seriously think we were the last neighborhood she had, because she'd talk to me for what seemed like hours (probably only like 15 minutes or so, but time is longer under the age of 13,) even though I rarely had money to buy stuff. She got me hooked on the Star Wars Expanded Universe, too. Gave me a bunch of her son's books after he went off to college. We all need a Robin sometimes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8CpUJD69tqg
the norwegian ice cream truck song very acustic i loved the way that you could hear it a valley away because of the mountain echo.
@angelofdeath64 as in the man who had i think 8 wives, whom he either divorced or killed, just because they could not have a son? (that at least survived) as well as doing quite a few other terrible things? or someone else? cuz i don't think they'd play the song written by said man
Some of my favourite comics are the ones that feature you especially one's about your impressions of England, it's funny to see my country through someone else's eyes
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When I was a kid, back in the '90s, early '00s, our neighborhood would be visited by three ice cream trucks a day. Two had the most irritating "music" ever, and got a majority of the business. the third one, which got there towards the end of the day, had a simple bell and was driven by this lady who liked to talk. I seriously think we were the last neighborhood she had, because she'd talk to me for what seemed like hours (probably only like 15 minutes or so, but time is longer under the age of 13,) even though I rarely had money to buy stuff. She got me hooked on the Star Wars Expanded Universe, too. Gave me a bunch of her son's books after he went off to college. We all need a Robin sometimes.