Been done? Probably.
There I was at the tender age of four, sat on the floor playing with my extensive collection of hammers, when I heard it.

That beautiful sound. Those dulcet chimes that sounded like someone was playing a harp in heaven. My heartrate quickened and my mouth salivated as I excpectantly ran out of the front door and shot accross the road at warp speed.

You can imagine my disapointment when I found out that the ice cream van had run out of ice cream.
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Wed 2 Jul 2008, 13:43, 3 replies)

Dulcet tones?
Dulcet tones?

Try listening to an out-of-tune rendition of "It's A Small World After All" heard half a dozen times a night at incresing volume from March to October. If Mr Whippy (what are the odds of so many ice cream van drivers having the same name?) hadn't upgraded to The Liberty Bell March I'd have probably stuck a Cornetto up his tailpipe by now...
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Wed 2 Jul 2008, 14:01, closed)

Awwww!!!
*clicks*
(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Wed 2 Jul 2008, 14:16, closed)

Not true...
But surely, when it's playing the music that actually means it's run out, no?

That's what my parently told me.
(dchurch bah, Wed 2 Jul 2008, 15:34, closed)