ICE-CREAM vans are a great concept, bringing the cooling balm of a 99 to your very door. But why are their siren songs so shit?
Greensleeves
What is this medieval bollocks? Are you trying to attract a family of serfs? Peasants under feudal lords don’t have three quid for a knock-off Magnum.
The Blue Peter theme
Reminds children of dull, sanctioned fun. And the tune’s actually called Barnacle Bill. They should have called the programme Barnacle Bill. It would have made as much sense as Blue f**king Peter.
The Match of the Day theme
Erling Haaland isn’t running to the ice-cream van for a Zzap. He’s got his own ice-cream van, negotiated as a perk, parked on the lawn outside his 17th-century mansion and forgotten.
La Cucuracha
You know what everyone likes to think about before digging in to a delicious lime screwball? Cockroaches.
O Sole Mio
‘Just one Cornetto,’ as the nineteeth-century Italian folk song goes. But the ice cream man doesn’t sell Cornettos. He sells almond-and-honey Cornettinis that never seem to melt.
The Entertainer
Not so much an entertainer as a vendor, is he. And it is always he. The glass ceiling in the ice-cream van business must be exceptionally low.
Popeye The Sailor Man
Does Popeye even like ice cream? He f**king loves spinach and spindly women, neither of which have positive ice-cream affiliations.
Yankee Doodle
With the van playing this and the twat down the round with his Colonel Bogey air horn, the US Civil War was enacted on your very cul-de-sac.
Pop Goes The Weasel
If you were writing a melody that taunted the listener for not having an ice-cream it would be this.
Teddy Bears’ Picnic
This is toddler-level shit, and you’re expecting grown adults to rush to their feet in excitement? Know your audience, do the Vengabus song.
