We love Grensleeves, ice cream and remember chasing Mr Whippy all the way down to the end of the road. Sometimes running for miles. It always seemed like Mr Whippy man never really liked us kids and just loved driving the old VW truck and to see how far we could run. Im sure he aimed for kids and took pleasure in seeing how terrified he could make us look. Never minding that child! So this one goes out to the monster behind the wheel that loved to make us work for ice cream - I scream for ice cream. Booyah!
