[Pyramid*]

Growing up in a council estate, the 'icey' was an important part of every day living - and you could set your clock by its arrival.

Running out in the slippers for 20 fags and a bottle of Irn Bru for my grannie, every night at 9pm. Weans out in their jammies and housecoats etc!!!

and woe behold if the icey was 30 minutes late: the grief the poor guy used to get !!!

Then you'd get the Mr Whippy guy trying to muscle in and arriving 15 mins earlier than 'Starks' (the usual guy) - and if any of the neighbours went out to the Mr Whippy - they felt the wrath of everyone !!!

Since private housing starting sprouting up, you hardly see them around any more. Still see them in some council estates - kinda sad really - I miss having one doing its round.