The Herald Of SpringMarch 15, 2010
I heard a familiar sound from the windows of Pie Palace yesterday, telling me it was going to get warmer and that Spring was finally here. This sound was the herald that shoved Winter back into the dark hole where it belongs. What do you think that sound was? Birdsong? Squealing children? Cars with the top down playing loud music? None of these, dear reader, it was this:
The sound of Spring in this sprawling Metropolis is Mr Whippy, my friends, and what a sound it makes. Greensleeves is played out from the Ice Cream Van with that strangely out of tune tinkle that fills the air and pulls out children from every crevice like the Pied Piper. It’s a most glorious sound, ladies and gentlemen. I feel warmer just listening to it. There’s nothing quite like it.
Mine’s a 99, guv.