When I was 10 months old, the youngest of 7, the family moved to a council estate house in Dundee, Scotland. In ensuing months the ice-cream van used to visit regularly...the vendor used a whistle...apparently when I heard that whistle, I used to rush to the front window, which was higher than I was, and cry "Basta, Basta!", Much to my mother's chagrin, being a good RC mother!















She shouldn't have told me the vendors name was Bastianelli!