Personally, if there was a way to convince my local council to ban the ice cream van that comes round at 8pm every night and blasts out 'if you come down to the woods today' at ears-splittingly loud volumes, I'd take it. Even with all the windows closed, it goes right through the flat...
Personally, if there was a way to convince my local council to ban the ice cream van that comes round at 8pm every night and blasts out 'if you come down to the woods today' at ears-splittingly loud volumes, I'd take it. Even with all the windows closed, it goes right through the flat...
Some of the verses in that song are disturbingly perverse when viewed in the context of paedophilia.
"If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise..."
"For every bear that ever there was will gather there for certain because today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic..."
"Every teddy bear who's been good is sure of a treat today. There's lots of marvellous things to eat and wonderful games to play..."
"Beneath the trees where nobody sees they'll hide and seek as long as they please 'cause that's the way the teddy bears have their picnic."
I'm traumatised.
Random. Surely quite a few things are perverse when viewed in the context of paedophilia though? Regardless, the ice cream van that drives around the student ghettos of Birmingham has nothing to do with kiddies either (AFAIK).
What a lovely lass, and in a spotless uniform with hygienic gloves too. Good luck to her. The last time I bought a lolly at the side of the road you could have planted potatoes in the dirt under the guys nails, the dirty wee fecker.
Personally, if there was a way to convince my local council to ban the ice cream van that comes round at 8pm every night and blasts out 'if you come down to the woods today' at ears-splittingly loud volumes, I'd take it. Even with all the windows closed, it goes right through the flat...
There used to be one round my way - was on the other side of the village, but it was still bloody loud when you were sitting in the garden. Played Greensleeves (at a slow tempo too) - which was simultaneously depressing and annoying, a bit like one of those adverts for old people's life insurance that are on a loop on the Sky News channel.
What a lovely lass, and in a spotless uniform with hygienic gloves too. Good luck to her. The last time I bought a lolly at the side of the road you could have planted potatoes in the dirt under the guys nails, the dirty wee fecker.
I don't see how it's an eyesore, if anything it's part of the view for a countryside town or village. It's the sort of thing you expect to see. Daft decision, but then again councils often had a knack for displaying a lack of common sense.