Thursday, April 21, 2005


Some pictures of ice-cream vans from my personal Archive Collection:

One of my most favourite things to do when we lived in our old house down in Yeovil's answer to The Bronx, was when I heard an ice-cream van 'jingle' I would run out into the road and wave frantically, as if I was a desperate customer trying to flag it down. The vehicle would then stop, blocking the very narrow one-way, single-lane road, sometimes causing a minor traffic back-up. I'd approach smiling and, at the last moment, suddenly take a photograph of the van and its startled/bemused driver, and then run off...sometimes back into the house, slamming the door behind me; or sometimes off up the road, as if I was fleeing a crime-scene (not that unusual in that street, I have to say...).

My proudest moment was when an ice-cream van driver actually waved his fist at me, as if I was a naughty eight year-old child. It was a surreal, highly-charged Beano-esque moment, and exactly the response I'd (secretly) been hoping for.

The ice-cream vans in Yeovil all have slightly smutty-sounding Carry On style names like "Mr. Whippy", "Mr. Creamy" and (my favourite) "Creamy treats". (There is an ice-cream factory somewhere in Yeovil, but I've never figured out exactly where it is. My friend Circle worked there once. Cliche alert (Arooga! Arooga!): it was actually owned by an Italian idea whether it still is...I must track it down one day and photograph it...)

I love the old vans best, with the Fifties style 'fins' on top; people go on about London Buses, Hackney Cabs, Red Phone Boxes, etc, as icons of (yawwwwn) 'Englishness', but the older vans are forgotten Space-Age design classics...Retro-Futuristic Ice-Cream Vans, anyone?

If you want to buy one, this looks like a good place to start.


At 10:56 pm, Blogger Psychbloke said...

This is exactly what the internet is for......

At 1:08 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

The Ice Cream Factory was on the Lufton Trading Estate but closed down earlier this year.

At 9:19 am, Blogger kek-w said...

Even better. An abandoned ice-cream factory.

Will investigate and report back.

At 9:10 am, Blogger Psychbloke said...

Now that's exactly how the trouble always starts in Scooby Doo

At 7:04 pm, Blogger kek-w said...

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At 7:07 pm, Blogger kek-w said...

Wouldn't that be fantastic, though?

You go to photograph an abandoned ice-cream factory in a small South Somerset market town, and someone dressed as an Aztec Mummy tries to scare you off.

I'd fuckin' love that to happen! No, I would.

But what's the back-story here? What are they trying to hide up there? Would the old ice-cream factory be a front for a counterfeiters' or art-forgers' den...?

Or would it be something a little less Old School, like DVD pirating or a crack-house? (in which case, some old toothless crack-whore could be dressed up in a cheap hired joke-shop costume by the 'baddies' and passed off as The Devil-Witch of Lufton Trading Estate. Cut to: scared-looking locals in a village pub muttering to each other over a pint of rough 'scri: "Aye, 'tis rumoured that she do try to shag 'er victims...)


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