Never unfortunately had Frederick's, another of life's delights I dipped out on. I remember going on holiday to Blackpool on the train and we always had a bet that the last to see the Tower through the window bought the ice creams. Funny, it was always my Dad! There are lots of the little ice cream parlours in Germany still, I used to love it when I was in the Army there, you can go out for a walk on a Sunday and on the way home everyone sits round a table, the kids have either "Ice Cream Spaghetti Bolognese" or "Poached Eggs" - believe it or not! Or something exotic involving Smarties. Mum and Dad have something fattening with an umbrella and a cherry on top (the icecreams in those places have to be seen to be believed!) and a coffee - or Dad can have a small beer if he likes. Excellent country, I considered emigrating at one time! That time I was the Dad! Ian