Ice cream wars

Pair of cunts

It's not an ice cream war until one of them bombs the other's back garden

Leaving aside the serious import for a moment (you'll see when you read), the hyperbole below...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glasgow_Ice_Cream_Wars

The conflicts, in which vendors raided one another's vans and fired shotguns into one another's windscreens, were more violent than might typically be expected between ice-cream salesmen.

NotBert wrote:It's not an ice cream war until one of them bombs the other's back garden

Leaving aside the serious import for a moment (you'll see when you read), the hyperbole below...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glasgow_Ice_Cream_Wars

The conflicts, in which vendors raided one another's vans and fired shotguns into one another's windscreens, were more violent than might typically be expected between ice-cream salesmen.

Fuck me bert that's bordering on mafia style crime.

That's because Glasgow has a lot of Italians, which would be a cracking punchline were it not true and also the case.

Ice cream men are more frighteningly territorial than robins. Except you don't have people putting ice cream men on Christmas cards - "Oh, look how sweet the little rob... what the fuck is it doing to that finch! The horror! The horror!"

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/European_Robin

I mentioned the garden bomb in the first post because that actually happened. I think it was (obviously) a home made device in a biscuit tin or some such and somewhere bizarre like Exeter or Woking (what kind of biscuits did you say? Domestic? Oh, no, no, no). That twat off Dragon's Den used to be in the ice cream game. I bet he's got a big garden for (i) his competitors and (ii) enough room to see potential bombers approaching