Since moving into the inner city, I have decided to crown myself as an advocate of these streets and I think I’ve been doing a great job thus far. That being said, there are certain elements of suburbia that just can’t rinse off. One of the recent reel-backs came via an interaction with a friend over bottomless bubbles in the coast –I know, the coast, bizarre. Imagine my astonishment when I walked in to meet Luthando Disane wearing a House Of Luke shirt garlanded with an ice-cream cone print. No price for guessing who spent great parts of evening humming the seemingly age-old ice-cream van jingle every time dearest Luu approached with a refilled flute. Is it a bit cheesy that since seeing this shirt, I plan to spend my Spring in the sun, armed with an ice-cream cone?