Confessions of an Ice Cream Man. Timothy Lea
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Название: Confessions of an Ice Cream Man
Автор: Timothy Lea
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Классическая проза
isbn: 9780007516049
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Tina is kneeling in front of Clare and leaning forward threateningly and I sense that aggro is but just split seconds away. In such an explosive situation a man has to stay cool, I think fast, and arrive at a split-second decision. I reach for my y-fronts and start to pull them on. If you start by saving yourself that’s always one life on the credit side.
‘You ! ! ! ! –’
‘Now girls,’ I say. ‘You musn’t –’ I reach for my trousers and turn round to see – blimey!
CONFESSIONS OF AN ICE CREAM MAN
Timothy Lea
CONTENTS
In which Valentina, an Italian ice cream lady, nearly garrots brother-in-law Sid and proffers exquisite retribution to Timmy after an unpromising beginning.
In which Valentina’s mum arrives and an unexpected love idyll is rudely interrupted.
In which Timmy goes to buy some ice cream tricycles and meets dissatisfied, passionate Pam.
In which Sid unveils his unique vehicle for selling ice cream and the family attend a taste test of the first batch of Mum’s ice cream.
In which Timmy goes down to the library to get some Italian ice cream leaflets translated and becomes involved with Tina and Clare who have come under the Italian influence.
In which Timmy prepares to go out on his first sales foray.
In which Timmy bumps into Mrs Betty Gregson on the job and is forced to do naughty things with her by a kinky and mistrustful husband.
In which Timmy makes an ice cream action painting with an uninhibited lady called Sybil who has an artistic bent and a desire to experiment.
In which Sid gets the ice cream concession at the Clapham Open Tennis Tournament and things start to go wrong.
In which things continue to go wrong and get even worse when Sid and Timmy find themselves closely involved with Mrs Brewer and her sensitive daughter, Henrietta.
In which Sid prepares to exhibit at The International Ice Cream Manufacturers’ Great Exhibition
In which everything hinges on the result of the competition for the best ice cream.
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CHAPTER ONE
In which Valentina, an Italian ice cream lady, nearly garrots brother-in-law Sid and proffers exquisite retribution to Timmy after an unpromising beginning.
‘Fifty thousand quid a year,’ says Sid.
‘You what?’ I say. I thought he had dropped off over his pint but this is clearly not the case.
‘I’ve just worked it out,’ he says, nodding towards the ice cream van barely visible beneath a pall of kids. ‘That’s what that Frascati geezer is taking home to his old lady and the bambinos. Three a minute at an average of ten pence a time. That’s eighteen quid an hour – make it twenty to keep to round figures. Start around ten and finish at six. That’s a hundred and sixty quid a day. Six-day week. That’s nine hundred and sixty nicker a week. Fifty-two weeks in a year. That’s fifty thousand quid near as damn it.’
‘He’s not working flat out all the time,’ I say. ‘There’s no market in the winter.’
‘He switches to hot dogs and field dressings during the football season,’ says Sid. ‘Even if he was only working half the year that’s twenty-five thousand quid. Can’t be bad. I’ve always said you can’t go wrong flogging nosh – provided you work for yourself, of course.’
‘I never remember you saying that,’ I observe.
‘That’s because you never listen,’ says Sid. ‘You just sit there wondering how long you can hang onto that pint so that you don’t have to buy another one.’
‘I bought the last one!’ I tell him.
‘What does it matter?’ says Sid. ‘You’re so petty. I don’t pay attention to things like that.’
‘That’s what I’m complaining about,’ I say. ‘You’re as tight as a french letter on a bollard.’
‘What a disgusting way to talk,’ says Sid. ‘I don’t know what your bleeding mother would say if she could hear you.’ He drains his pint and sighs. ‘Oh dear, it’s always the foreigners, isn’t it? They’re the only people making any money in this country at the moment. If the Arabs haven’t bought it, it’s only because the Pakistanis and the Chinese won’t sell. You have to go the other side of Thornton Heath to see an Englishman.’
‘I don’t understand it,’ I say. ‘If we’re in such desperate schtuck why are they rushing to get in?’
‘Because their standards are much lower than ours,’ says Sid. ‘They’ll accept things no Britisher СКАЧАТЬ