Col Comfort, email

A DRUNK guy staggers out of the bar one hot summer evening, just as a fire engine races past, sirens blaring. The drunk starts running after the fire engine, sprinting full pelt, until eventually he collapses, gasping for breath. As he watches the fire engine zooming off into the distance, he shakes his fist and yells: “If that’s how you want it, you can keep your bloody ice creams!”