At what point is it acceptable.... (sweaty)

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to go out and tell the ice cream van man to fuck off with his fucking repetitive music outside the fucking house and stop coming into the close? No-one goes to the van, ever, as his ice cream is rubbish and right now it's FUCKING FOGGY AND COLD OUTSIDE!

I feel better already.

He started up again a few weeks ago. He plays the same tune for up to a minute and a half at a time. Same time every day, 6 days a week. There are only 20 houses here.

WIBU to ask him to fuck off, then fuck off some more, And when he gets there, fuck off from there too. Then fuck off some more?

*I know he has a living to make, but he's hardly making it here, is he?!

Ours used to play a bastardised out of tune version of Teddy Bear's Picnic - just the first two lines of the chorus, over and over and over again. Was enough to make anybody sweaty.

We live on a dead end single track road now. He leaves us alone. Bliss!

It's a drugs drop, I agree. Well known.

You could ask him what he's selling under the counter?
He might have some soft and gentle for you 😷

The ice cream van NEVER used to come down our road, even though there were loads of kids, he used to go down the ones either side but not ours.
Now we still don't get one coming down the road, but he parks up outside the school instead!!! Genius idea I grant you, but bloody irritating every day

I remember when the ice-cream man used to sell booze and fags. Ah, the 70s, when you could send your 7 year old daughter out for a Lager 'n' Lime lolly, a 99 and a pack of Players No. 6 and nobody batted an eyelid.

I had one of my most Epic Parenting Moments involving the bloody ice cream van.

DS was about 3 and heard the ice cream van music. He asked if he could have an ice cream, so out we go to wait and the utter bastard drove straight past us . DS started crying and in a fit of pure rage, I kicked off my shoes, tucked DS under my arm like a rugby ball and chased that fucker down. DS is 12 now as still remembers it. It was possibly my finest moment .

The one where I used to live played Yankee Doodle Dandy. I cannot tell you how annoying that was.

Be careful my next door neighbour went off on one about an ice cream van outside her house one day about 10 years ago and came out shouting about the noise. Now every day in the summer he comes and parks opposite her house at about 830pm and plays his music as loud as he can while flicking v signs at her.

My friend used to tell her kids if the music played it meant he had run out of ice cream.

Sounds like you live on my street!

Fucking wanker comes EVERY time DS is having a nap. I'm at the window like "FUCK OFF, SLEEPING BABY IN HERE!!!!"

He comes like 3 times a day and I've not see anyone go out to him.

You've just brought back memories of the music going when my brother and I were little. We'd run to my mum, desperate for a cone (zero chance of a 99 with my mother). She'd say no but take the casserole dish out and get 30p worth.

Oh the fucking casserole dish walk of shame to the ice cream can

The one on my street as a kid play MOTD theme tune... you'd think that would have copyright issues or something. Beeb racking up royalties on flakes.

Maybe you are psychic, OP. Running out of deodorant on one of our few great weather days can't be a sweaty coincidence.

My son is convinced that when the music plays it means he has run out of ice-cream.

But I'm very disappointed that this thread isn't about what I expected it to be about.

The one on my street as a kid play MOTD theme tune

Oh god, my DB would have loved that. When he was really little, he used to dance around when the theme came on and my dad actually taped it off the TV and he would watch it again and again

Love the thread title
Yep, we have that in our estate too. Dark evenings in depth of winter, and the stupid jingle can be heard.
I often returned home to find him blocking our drive, and making cheery, shrugging gestures towards me, as though it was something he couldn't help doing.
There are plenty of places he could park, without blocking any drives, I have no idea why our house was the chosen one.
Sweaty would be one way to describe how I felt...after a few instances of me sitting glaring, waiting for him to move, he now parks elsewhere.

Do you live in my street per chance op? 😂