There were a bunch of things that got me excited as a youngster. I was one of those ‘phase’ kids who just got right into things (before becoming sick to death of them) over the course of like a fortnight. Two things that never got phased out though; were watching Ronaldinho playing for Barcelona, and Mr. Whippy. With a metabolism that made Usain Bolt look like the Vice President of the St. Ives walking club, I developed a sonic ear for the cheery tune of my good friend Whips – ate the weight of the truck in a sundae and carried on with my day without a worry. >> read more