  Just got back from a weekend in Dinbych y Pysgod free from phones, faxes, emails and internet acess. Now there may be debates about the best pop record ever, the best Batman, even the best Magic Slugs album, but there can be no debate about which is the best ice cream dessert. Not the flamboyant glory of the Knickerbocker Glory or even the sturdy resilience of the Banana Split. No, the Peach Melba must surely be the King of the Ice Cream Parlour, on that we must all agree. Or start another pointless war. 
