Had an ice cream in the park the other day, dipped in marshmellows and everything. When I commented on who had invented the soft ice cream process I was roundly corrected and learned that any background can be anywhere.
The ice cream man could be described as a founding member of the Margaret Thatcher fanclub. He was from Gantham and remembered visiting her Dad’s shop. He’d been able to buy his council house. She’d got where she got by merit not birth. And it was difficult to pick any hole in his argument that he thought the world of her. We did agree that the right-to-buy had since gone awry in a way that wasn’t meant, but you can’t have everything.
Incidently, accordingly to him the ice cream process wasn’t the adding of air to make the fluffy ice cream go further, but the adding of a chemical to make the rock hard frozen tub ice cream into ‘soft scoop’ “without that you’d need a chisel to get it out.
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