Top Twenty Series: Top Twenty Best Songs of the 20th Century by Leo

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20. Bob Dylan: Like a Rolling Stone.

19. Elvis Presley: Jailhouse Rock.

18. The Doors: Light My Fire.

17. Johnny Be Good.

16. The Temptations: My Girl.

15. The Beatles: Yesterday.

14. Guns ‘n Roses: Sweet Child ‘o Mine.

13. The Rolling Stones: Miss You Far Away Eyes.

12. Led Zeppelin: Stairway To Heaven.

11. Eagles: Hotel California.

10. Jimi Hendrix Experience: Can You See Me?

9. The Kings Men: Louise Louise.

8.   Madonna: Like a Virgin.

7. Aretha Franklin: Respect.

6. The Beatles: I Want to Hold Your Hand.

5. Michael Jackson: Billie Jean.

4. The Beatles: Hey Jude!

3. Nirvana: Smells Like Teen Spirit

2. The Rolling Stones: (I can’t get no) Satisfaction.

1. Michael Jackson: Thriller – John Lennon: Imagine.


Top Twenty Series: Top Twenty Fastest Cars Ever by Leo

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20.Porsche 918 Spyder (210 mph).



19. Ferrari F12 Berlinetta (211 mph).




18. Lamborghini Aventador LP 700-4 (217 mph).




17. Ferrari LaFerrari (217 mph).




16. McLaren P1 (217 mph) .




15. Jaguar XJ220 (219 mph).



14. Aston Martin One-77 (220 mph).




13. Lamborghini Veneno(221 mph).




12. Apollo Arrow (223 mph).




11. Noble M600 (225 mph).




10. Zenvo ST1 (233 mph).




9. Pagani Huayra BC (238 mph).




8. McLaren F1 (241 mph).




7. Koenigsegg CCR (242 mph).




6. Saleen S7 Twin Turbo (248mph).




5. SSC Ultimate Aero (256 mph).




4. Bugatti Veyron Super Sport (268 mph).




3. Bugatti Chiron (261+ mph).




2. Hennessey Venom GT (270 mph).




  1. Hennessey Venom F5(300+mph?). COMING SOON!

Top Twenty Series: Top Twenty Worst Movies Ever by Leo

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20. Swept Away.

19. Gigli.

18. Dream Catcher.

17. White Chicks.

16. Plan 9 from Out’a Space.

15. Cat Woman.

14. Disaster Movie.

13. The Avengers.

12. Norbit.

11. Meet the Spartians.

10. The Room.

9. Highlander 2: The Quickening.

8. The Happening.

7. xeS Lives of The Potato Men.

6. Heavens Gate.

5. Epic Movie.

4. Raise The Titanic.

3. The Love Guru.

2. Battlefield Earth.

1. Batman and Robin.

Top Twenty Series: Top Twenty Biggest Animals on Earth Ever by Leo

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20. Chinese Rat Snake.

19. Hippopotamus.

18. Bluntnose Sixgill Shark.

17. Tiger Shark

16. King Cobra

15. Giraffe

14. Nile Crocodile

13. Great White Shark(White Death)(Killer of the Sea).

12. Saltwater Crocodile.

11. Southern Elephant Seal.

10. Slender-Snouted Gharial.

9. Beluga Sturgeon.

8. Green Anaconda.

7. Green Sawfish.

6. Orca(Killer Whale)(Black Hunter).

5. Colossal Squid..

4. Baird’s Beaked Whale.

3. Sperm Whale.

2. North Pacific Right Whale.

1. Blue Whale.

Waves by Leo P1

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Have you ever thought about a surfer carefully? And how they have too put up to 40 foot sized waves? Dan Joel came a few weeks back, and exclaimed all his life developed from surfing, but it had actually developed from one big wave. It could have also maybe been a small one, I just don’t know. Its like a bull show. Cruel and gruesome, I know, but if you think and look around you, everyone is cheering on the man or women that is bascading the bull, but no one is cheering the bull; and then again, the bull is the whole reason of the bascading. Same as surfing. The wave causes the sport.

“What’s a trusinami, Ma?” said seven year-old Bob, licking his ice cream madly, as if this was a one and only chance of getting an ice-cream in his life. “Its called a tsunami, deer,” she corrected, as he had another attack at his cone, “Well, a tsunami is a type of wave that is very very big indeed, and is oft-” “wow, wow, wow mummy! look at that person there!” he interrupted, pointing excitingly at a person standing up on a surf board. “That’s a massive wave ma!” he shouted out again, spurting wet, half-melted ice-cream out of mouth again. “Oh, well…erm, it is Bobbie,” she said, as a ten thirty foot wave from a massive distant away was rising forward, getting bigger and bigger! It was at least forty foot n-,no, eighty fo-, no! It was getting bigger by the second! when it was at least 80 metres away it was about 600 feet! Now one thousand!

Another 500 feet were put on the wave the next ten seconds of that seen. But just then they watched some surfers try too run away from the wave, and shouting: “HELP! TSUNAMI!”, but if you where to turn and look at the lifeguard(which everyone did), you would see him glaring at the wave, paralysed phenomenally, and with fear in his eyes. The next moment you glance at the wave, you don’t see any surfers, but just see a few cracked boards, and a pitch of blood…

The Tsunami by Cian.

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It was a bright, sunny day by the seaside in a village called Redwater.There were tourists and locals on the beach, enjoying themselves. One of the locals spotted the tide retreating fast. “Hey, that’s weird,” he said. Suddenly, he bolted towards his car, and drove off at 90mph. The locals saw the tide retreating, and started running too. “What’s the matter with them?” asked one of the tourists. “Can’t you see the tide, run for your life!” screamed the local, running away. ” Chill out,” the tourist shouted after him. Someone’s dog started howling. Birds were cawing, and flying inland. “This is crazy,” said John, the holidaymaker.

Half an hour later…

John spotted it first. There was a blue line in the distance, coming in fast. The people on the beach just glanced at it, then continued what they were doing. A few minutes later, the wave of water arrived. There was nowhere to run. John stared. So did everyone else. The tsunami was suddenly over John, swallowing him up. “Hel-” started John. He never said another thing in his life. The water crashed down on him, knocking him over. John struggled helplessly as the life was sucked out of him. The last thing he heard was screams, then water crashing, bones snapping. John lay still. His body was carried far inland by the tsunami. John’s death was one of the many on that day.

The end.

A Surfing Flashback by Lubin

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That day was one of the best in my life (which isn’t saying much, but hey) anyway, it started off like this…

It was hot and steamy in Newquay that year, I can still picture the seagulls quarrelling over litter, and my glasses steaming up every time I wiped them clean. Pip’s van was parked in its usual spot next to the sand and he could hardly sell his ice creams fast enough, handing them out by the dozen. It was around ten o’ clock in the morning when I decided to take a nap.

When I had caught my forty winks, there was only a short queue so I decided to buy an ice cream before I went home. At just that moment, Pip exclaimed, “Really sorry folks but I need to do something right now” and with that, he stripped down his outer layers to reveal a woollen new swimming cozzie. He strolled down to the beach and picked up a trolley that I couldn’t see what was on. I gingerly stepped onto the beach, the sand was boiling hot but I managed to get over to where Pip had been but he was already stomping up to the infinite blue with his strange trolley. I followed in his sandy footsteps until I saw him take a massive something or other off the trailer and place it in the water! I ran towards him but it was too late. He got on the thing like it was one of the coffin lids I had, then he paddled out and I never saw him again. Except for the part where I did. I was panicking; he had been out too long. Was he mad? And just as I was about to call a peeler, he popped up on the top of a wave, hands outstretched, laughing like a maniac and he surfed down the wave like a God.

A moment of serenity, I knew that I wanted to do that, I knew that was definitely a sport for me. I smiled, then laughed, and then… Pip fell off into the water and I panicked again.

The end?


Flashback by Ronan

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I’ll never forget the day I witnessed the Godly Pip Staffieri, ride his titanic oak board towards the glinting golden sand of Towan Beach.
I was on holiday in Newquay, Cornwall, to escape the loud busy city of London when that unforgettable memory was embedded in my mind.

The fiery heat of the August summer sun drove me to the ice cream of Staffieri’s Cones, which I now know evolved to be the famous Kelly’s.
Queues are officially living nightmares; I had been sweltering under the steamy unrelenting sun, for a quarter of an hour or so, was starting to seriously regret not sticking a hat on my sweaty head this morning. The constant swell from the Atlantic Ocean was almost hypnotic… then, I realised that I was at the front of the queue. I opened my mouth to speak, and then noticed the distant look in Pips’ eyes; I didn’t blame him I had almost drifted off myself. Suddenly he announced most apologetically; “Sorry folks surf up”. NO! It can’t be. I was outraged and furious at Pip.

A few minutes later Pip emerged from the back of the aluminium van in a knitted bathing suit. Pulling a metal trolley from the underside of the van, I realised what I had earlier thought to be a huge ice cream cone, was actually a titan like board unlike anything I had ever seen. Coffin lid boards I had seen before, there were even people using them right now in the four 4ft swell, but never had I seen something so mind blowing as the colossal surfboard Pip managed to drag onto the trolley. Shouts of complaint followed him across the beach. I noticed that one of his legs was shorter and weaker than the other. That didn’t seem to affect the way he grappled the board of the trolley and walked it into the waves.

Most of the tourists looked worried or expectant, waiting to see if the ice cream man would ever make it back alive. The sun was just starting to set when Pip emerged from the glinting sea, riding the monstrous waves like God himself. Everyone was applauding and cheering when the surfing master arrived back on Towan beach and shouted joyfully: “ Ice creams on me.”

Pip The Ice Cream Man By Polly

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It was a hot humid summer in Newquay that year and I was on holiday. You see, I come from Glasgow and in Glasgow there aren’t any beaches, just shopping centres and stuff like that. Any way let’s get on with the story.

As I was saying it was a roaring hot humid summer in Newquay that year and all the coffin lid borders were catching the ideal waves, while Pip was serving sweaty holiday makers there subways and ice creams. There were about 30 people down the line. After servingnoine or ten tourists and local people he stopped, wiped his brow and then started to stare out to the vast ocean and then closed the ice cream hatch and emerged out of the van wearing a knitted woollen swimming costume and said: “Sorry folks shops closed”. I was outraged he was on the last scoop.

Then Pip hurtled out a trolley with a 13 foot whatever it was on it. He started to wheel the metal trolley down the sandy path towards the water’s edge. Then he man handled the board of the metal trolley, put it in the water, jumped on to the board and started to paddle in to the lapping waves. In about 2 minutes he was riding the waves BUT STANDING UP!. I was amazed it felt like Hawaii had come to me.

Could this be the future of surfing?


My Encounter with Pip Staffieri by Kirsty

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It was a long time ago when I witnessed Pip Staffieri ride his first ever wave. He was like a Hawaiian god riding into the flaming sun. This was the day when Pip made surfing history.

It was a boiling hot summers day and Pip could not sell his ice-cream fast enough. Queues upon queues of sweaty holiday makers had formed waiting to break into Pips famous 99 cones. And I (of course) was amongst them.

On the waves there were a handful of body-boarders paddling on their planks of wood trying to catch a good wave. Whilst that that was going on Pip was doing business with his ice-cream. But something else was on Pip’s mind. He put down his scooper and gazed wonderingly out onto the open ocean as if he wanted more.

Then Pip shut the van window and rather apologetically said: “Sorry folks, business is finished.” I was outraged; I was next in the queue!

But as I was going ballistic about not getting an ice-cream, Pip was pulling something heavy out of his rusty van. Something so big people wonder how he was actually able to get it in. Something so big so big more than human strength was needed. Something so big … (I think you get the idea). For short: it was huge and heavy. When he got the thing out of his van, he had to put it on a trolley to be able to get it down the beach.

People stared as Pip flung the object into the water. It seemed to be to be made out of wood – maybe oak and it definitely had a layer of varnish on it. That’s when I realised it was some type of board.

Pip jumped on the board and started paddling out to sea. He seemed almost at home in the ocean as if he was not human. Pip started off lying down on his board but slowly he started to rise. And soon enough he was standing.

Everyone started cheering and clapping at Pip. Except the body-boarders who (I think) were just plain jealous. But whilst he was standing I couldn’t help but notice that one of his legs was shorter and weaker than the other.

If you had seen Pip’s leg you would have wondered how in the world was he able to stand up on an unsteady board. But that did not affect him.

Very soon a wave began to form. And as it towered over Pip people started making prayers for him not to die. But soon enough he was swallowed in the wave.

The beach was silent, waiting for him to be washed back on the beach. But no. That was not to be. Instead out popped Pip riding the wave whilst standing! He was like a Hawaiian god up there.

And soon enough Pip was back on the beach. People from every side came rushing over to him congratulating the surf god of his display.

But if that wasn’t enough the next thing Pip did was shout “Come on everyone ice-creams on me!”






Pip the Surfing God by Olivia

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Pip the Surfing God


The day Papino Staffieri became a surfing sensation and an inspiration to all is indelibly etched in the back of my mind. It was way back in 1933.

Summer in Newquay had arrived, and tourists from all over had come down to Cornwall to see this beautiful place. Pip was selling his famous 99 cones in his rusty old truck, parked up in his usual spot by Towan Beach. There was a horrendous queue of sweaty holiday makers waiting to get a cream delicacy from Pip. Finally I got mine. Then Pip stopped, looked out to the glistening sapphire ocean, and untied his apron, made his way out the metallic truck, and shouted down the endless line; “sorry guy’s shops closed.”                                                                                                                                     There were a lot of disappointed faces at Pip’s announcement. But it was fine with me; I’d got my ice-cream.

Soon after that he entered the truck again, and next thing you know he’s back out in a blue knitted swimming costume. People such as me were confused at first but we soon got the idea when he pulled out a large trolley from under the truck. But it is what was inside that interested me the most: it was a board about 13ft long and made out of… oak maybe. He started wheeling the trolley down to Towan Beach, and then paddled out into the endless sea. After a few minutes he was nowhere to be seen. Then up Pip popped out of the blue and in no time at all he was riding the waves like a Hawaiian God.

Pip has been an inspiration to me ever since and shall continue to be.

Pip Staffieri Story by Samuel

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I will never forget the day when witnessed surfing history

It was a steamy hat day in Newquay. There was a line of hot sweaty makers queuing up for one pips famous 99 cone and in that line sweaty fat was me . I was waiting for one for holly ice cream form the rust bucket of van. It was a ;

Local treat everyone who was any one went to the ice-cream van of dreams. When just about to get my treat of the day pip shots “shop closed” every gasped hoarier like world had ended. Then he said but if you want an ice-cream come help me” the line holiday makers rusher pip. Pip then said  “look be hide the van and get the board” . as he said there was a board behind the truck but he did not say that it was marvel of a board it must have been at least 13 foot and was like northing I have ever seen before had curve and a fin .pip then stepped out his van in a stripy woollen swim suite and then said “get the board the trolley” so all of us lifted the board on to the trolley. And then pip  wheeled the board on the trolley down to the beach with a pose be hide him. Then he got to the water age took the board of the trolley, barely, and then pushed towards the waves. Got on the and then dispread at the waves brake. Then here appeared riding the wave like a god.

Meeting Pip by Barney CG

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I still remember the day when Pip Staffieri, surfing legend, first rode his behemothic surfboard. My memory isn’t perfect anymore, but I think it was when I was ten in the year 1938, when he made surfing history

Pip parked up his van on the seafront and as usual, there were already children waiting for one of pips famous 99 cones. They all pushed and shoved to get to the front of the queue. I ended up second to the front but when I got to the front, unexpectedly, Pip untied his apron, closed the ice-cream hatch and announced: “I’m terribly sorry children, I’m closing the shop.” I was amazed! I was flabbergasted! Not once in my life had Pip closed his shop in the middle of the day. He walked around to the back of the van and I heard him struggling with something. A few moments later, he pulled a huge plank of wood, like a coffin lid, on a trolley.

By this time, most of the other children had gone to play in the surf or to make sandcastles on the beach, but I was intrigued about what this ‘coffin lid’ was. Slowly, Pip wheeled the board down to the sea, dodging in and out of the sweaty, red holiday makers. When he reached the sea, he launched his titanic board and paddled out into the surf.

I was about to say a prayer for him when up Pip popped riding his board like a dolphin on its birthday. He then walked up the beach to his van and said: “Shops open again!” I got to the front of the queue and eventually got a luxurious ice-cream.


Pip the surfing legend by Mawgan

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It was a long time ago I saw a surfing legend: his name was Pip Staffieri. This day started when I was lining up for one of Pips great cones. As he sold his ice creams from his van he kept getting distracted by the sound of the waves swaying and the birds chirping. I was third in line when Pip looked out across the line of people and said this: “sorry everyone shops closed.” And then moaning rose up from the crowd. He closed the hatch and then left everyone waiting for a bit.

Later he came out wearing a knitted swimsuit then he crawled under his van but a split second before he did I noticed something about his left leg it was shorter than his right after that he Pip came out holding a trolley then he went back inside his van with his trolley and moments later came back out with something like never before strapped onto his trolley. It was at least 13 feet 6 inches. He rolled his trolley down to the beach and everyone in the line followed.

He put his board down on the water and paddled out and disappeared. I wondered if I was the only one thinking he’s not coming back but suddenly he came into view standing up riding on the waves and surfed back with a smile on his face and shouted “free ice-creams  for everybody!” and we all cheered in delight.

Meeting a god by Leo

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Meeting a God

I shall never forget the time my life had made such an indelible mark etched in my mind. The year was 1947, and it was another scorching day; a very appealing day for ice creams. In fact, that was one of the acts I was going to perform that day. No one would have predicted what happewned later that era.

I was waiting around in queue, when the ice cream man asked me: “Hello, erm? Could you hold this for me?” At that moment I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, so I answered: “soooo, err, is this to do with my ice cream?”But just then, he pulled out a trolly from his rusty old gipsy-like aluminium ‘Papino’ logo’d van, wiped his brow, and pointed out to the briny blue, where people

were prone surfing on their coffin boards. I still had no idea what he was talking about, so I said: “But…” he was gone. I glanced around the perimeter of the land until I spoted him dragging a kind of board that I had never seen before. Quite strangely, I realised his left leg was shorter then the other, but that did not seem to effect his stride. Then he spoke: “Well are you go’nna help or what?”

I realised what he wanted me to.

Not in a rush, I wheeled his trolly down towards him. Doubtfully, I thought he would stager under the wait of the board, so I helped him lift it. He answered: “Thanks, and oh yeah, shops closed,” I followed him down on to the crystallised sand, where he pushed his trolly into the shallow water, and shoved his board in to the liquid. He rode out to where the waves were real big. He rode in, standing on his board, like the king of the seas!

Pip Staffieri Recount by Cian

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The day I witnessed Pip Staffieri riding the waves on his surfboard sticks in my mind…

As I recall, it was a burning-hot summer in Newquay. Pip was in his ice-cream van, business as usual. The beach was thronged with tourists, all queuing up ice-creams. Pip just couldn’t sell his ice-creams fast enough. I was at the back of the queue, impatiently waiting for my turn. At around 3:30, Pip started to close the shop window, but there were angry shouts from the waiting customers. “Sorry-got things to do,” exclaimed Pip apologetically.

And with that, he closed the shop window. A few minutes later, he appeared in a knitted swimming costume, wheeling a gigantic surfboard on a trolley. It was about six inches thick, and around three times the size of him! “Oi!” yelled annoyed customers, me among them, as Pip started to wheel this vast oak plank towards the beach. But Pip just ignored them, and continued wheeling the board towards the sea. Customers started to follow him towards the sea.

Pip just stared out towards the azure ocean and smiled. Soon Pip and his followers reached the beach. Pip slid the board into the sea, and waded out to catch a wave. Soon he was standing up, surfing like a Hawaiian god. All I remember thinking was wow!…

Pip Staffieri Recount by William

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I’ll never forget the day that Pip rode his first wave: that day is embedded in my vague mind. My memory isn’t what it used to be but I still remember when he made history for Great Britain.

It was a scorching heat-wave in Newquay that summer and Pip’s scrumptious 99 cones were selling out fast with a shed load of sweaty holiday makers, breathing like they had just done a five mile run in fifteen minutes. But suddenly, he slowly closed the hatch and said apolegetically: “Sorry folks-shops closed,” in an Italian accent. I was furious; I was next in the queue!

A few moments later, to my surprise, he came out in a knitted swimming costume. But then, he pulled out a trolley from under the van and then something vast, it was huge! I didnt know what it was at first, but sooner than later I would find out.

The next thing I knew was that he wheeled the massive board down to the cerulean sea and paddled out to the waves. Minutes later I was praying ‘Please God, can I have an ice-cream?’ But then out of nowhere Pip popped up and I had a sigh of relief.

“Come on guys, ice creams on me!” he said triumphantly.

Edited with Mr Wild. Some punctuation added, including some colons and accurate speech dialogue.




Meeting a Legend by Kaiden

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I’ll never forget the day when I witnessed history in the making. Pip Saffieri was just your ordinary ice-cream man before he inspired a generation.

It was a fine day in Newquay, my 2nd day down in Cornwall and Pip was selling ice-creams in the humid sun to a long, sweaty, queue of upcountry tourists, when suddenly he stopped, stared out to the coast in a daydream, like he was confused, and then he closed the hatch of his ice-cream van.

Out of nowhere Pip emerged from behind his van wearing nothing but a knitted, woollen, swimming costume and said politely: “Sorry guys, that’s all for today.” I was outraged I was next in the queue to get one of his mint choc chips. Then immediately pulled out a massive trolley and then manhandled an at least 13ft long wooden surf board on top of the trolley. People were amazed; people were confused.

Pip pulled the trolley behind him all the way down to the shore. He took the board off the trolley and pushed it into the water. Five minutes later he popped up riding the waves like a Hawaiian God, floating back to the shore and shouted: “Ice-creams on me.”  I remember Pip’s face, gleaming with happiness and pride. People that were gathered on the beach applauded him.

After seeing him surf like that I decided to start stand up surfing and follow Pip’s footsteps .

Pip’s Story Sam

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I remember the day when I saw Pip Staffieri ride his board. I was having breakfast when I saw a rather nice horse and cart selling some incredible looking ice creams. I got up and left. I approached the horse and cart and entered the back of the queue. I was three people away from the front of the line when Pip just walked right down to the beach, like he was hypnotised, and said: “Sorry folk’s shops closed.” I was so angry. He went into a hut and then walked out of it with a trolley and a giant surfboard. He wheeled the surfboard down to the metallic-blue sea and set off. For ten minutes in the red hot summer sun I waited.

And then I saw it… Pip riding the big, shiny surfboard. He landed with cheers and clapping, and then as if nothing happened, he just went back to the horse and cart.

Later that evening, I went to close my window when I saw a figure in the waves. I smiled and closed the window.

The end