So, this is my 500th post. I thought I'd celebrate it by talking about ice cream vans.
Actually maybe you can help me. You see, round our way, when the sky is at its bluest and the sun beams happily through the late summer afternoon, our local ice cream van comes out and plays a tune that I just can't figure out.
I've never actually seen this ice cream van - I've only ever heard it. It goes like this:
Dum da da daah da-da-da. Deee dum da da dum dadada dum. Dum diddle diddle diddle diddle diddle um, dum diddle diddle diddle de diddle d.
And then it always stops. Right there. It's something classical, probably Mozart, and I've definitely heard it before. I've just got no idea what it is. Or even how to find out.
I could Shazam it. Thing is, I feel a bit self-conscious about singing into my phone (weirdly - I'm apparently OK with singing 'I've Got a Cornish Pasty' half way down the High Street). Plus there's no predicting when I'll hear that tune next, echoing melodiously between the houses.
It's not Greensleeves, it's not O Sole Mio and it's not the themetune to Match of the Day. It's... well, it's annoying. And why does it have to stop there, right in the middle of a phrase? If I were a kid, that'd be enough to put me right off ice creams altogether.
Actually, now that I think about it, there's always been something slightly sinister about ice cream vans anyway - like the Pied Piper of Hamelin.
I bet it is Mozart. That'd be about right.
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