Cold comfort

On the day: 
07/06/2012 


On the way: 
At the foot of the last rightangular turn of the stern stone stairs off the bridge, with their odour of industrial disinfectant and human urine, is nirvana on wheels. 
The red truck is covered in brightly coloured images of ice creams - Mr Whippy is just the start of it - there's soft serve, Magnums, frozen fruity ices, there's even Ben and Jerry's black and white cow gazing benignly from the back. 
And in the wide open welcome of the window is a generous counter offering any number of sweet treats including flakey chocolate sticks just begging to be plunged into a coiled tower of cool, creamy confection. 
And behind the counter in a crisp white apron over a bright red T-shirt, a Whippy Wonka with the golden ticket to a wintry wonderland of cold comfort. 
Sigh. Now that's what I call a transport of delight. 


On the pod: 
Worried About Ray - The Hoosiers 


On the front page:  
Owen plan offers vote on Britain in Europe (The Times)