Britain is a strange place. Especially when you’ve been out of the country for five years.
1. There are ice cream vans.
When you think about it, ice cream vans are pretty strange. For those in the dark, ice cream vans are trucks that drive round the neighbourhood selling Mr. Whippy to young kids, and they play a song from loudspeakers as they go.
It’s always a really rubbish song like “Greensleeves” or “The Entertainer,” and it usually sounds like it’s been recorded at the bottom of a well by narcoleptic rabbits.
The ice cream van round my way came by on Tuesdays and Thursdays, much to the excitement of Sandy the Labrador who lived two doors down. No matter how fast I ran, I never managed to beat Sandy to the queue. After bouncing up and down excitedly for a while, he would stand patiently in the queue with his bowl between his teeth, waiting for his two free scoops of vanilla. I loved that dog.