Interlude

I'm in need of a non-political, non-astrological interlude today. I remember, long, long ago and far away, at the cinema, when watching a double bill - common in those days - there'd be an interlude between films when a vendor would move along the aisles with trays of little tubs of ice cream and at the same time, magically, a lighted organ would suddenly erupt from below the screen, with organist playing a jaunty selection of tunes, to accompany the quiet slurps of folk scoffing their ice creams. This'll have to do in place of such delights today, y'all will have to imagine the ice cream vendor though.