I loved lollipops when I was a kid, bad for my teeth though, and now the sugar hit wouldn’t do it for me, instead it’s be a turnoff. Later at school there were the lollipop workers or traffic wardens, those who stopped the traffic so that school children could cross busy roads safely at selected points. I passed a grumpy one today, it was raining and the motorist on the opposite side had come too close to her, she was not happy.
But always when I hear or read the word Lollipop I go immediately back to 1964 and that pop hit ‘My Boy lollipop’ a cover by Millie Small. It has no lyrical merit, it is pure pop, yet it is stuck in my brain, an effervescent ear worm of energy and 60s spirit.