Sunday in the pub garden at the foot of Rochester Castle. A Mr Whippy ice-cream van has been ruining the atmosphere with its diesel generator for at least an hour while live music has tried to compete in the pub garden. Finally Mr Whippy thinks it's time to go, tries to drive off and realises that overstaying his welcome has flattened his battery. He destroys another hour of live performance while trying to coax his engine back into life and finally gives up. Meanwhlie these two dance their socks off