Our 'regular' was an Italian man and I seem to remember him having really dirty fingers :/. He had the teddy bear's picnic tune. I lived in a cul-de-sac so we had extra precious time to leg it indoors when he came up the road. It was always a frantic dash to the house then hopping on the spot impatiently as you waited for your mum to dig some change out of her purse. Then the frantic sprint back to the ice cream van. It was always a tough choice but I remember the most expensive was the 'Oyster'. It was a shell-shaped cone full of icecream with nuts and sauce on it. That was a rarity as it cost £1.20! In the days when it was about 20p for a 'cone' that was unthinkable.
Unfortunately for me if I missed the van, that was it. I remember the van coming to my aunt's house though. She lived on a long straight road so it wasn't so bad if you missed his stop; you just might end up running half a mile down the road to catch him up.
Now and then a different van would turn up but Romano the Italian guy probably caught wind and saw them off

Randomly I became friends with a guy when I was about 7 and both his parents were 'ice cream people' so I actually got to go out in a van one day. I remember they had 2 huge chest freezers in the dining room. Unfortunately we couldn't eat any scoop ice cream (it was delish) but his parents would always let us have a broken lolly each during the summer. Luckily they didn't have Whippy machines or I probably would have been caught with my mouth open trying to dispense it directly from the machine into my stomach

Damn, a few years ago at Uni an ice cream van randomly stopped near the house I was sharing. All 4 of us 20 year olds got really excited and I found myself going straight back to the days of being a 7 year old, running round looking for change then running out on the street in my flip flops excited to get a lolly!
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