Nice ice, baby

I was proud today to visit the emporium opened by that master of the art of 'rappling', Mr. V.Ice, probably Canada's finest export since logs and stuff.

Regrettably Mr Ice himself was not in as he was down at the butcher's picking up some bulk supplies of scrag end and tripe for his speciality ice-creams.

I blame that Esther Bloomendal.

Hold the front page!

Earth-shattering is the only oxymoron that can be applied in these circumstances.

6 tubes of Polop's for just one English pound sterling and forty English new pennies.

It doesn't get better than this.