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To lick an ice lolly is to thaw old memories of childhood summers – the bright heat, lapping waves, wriggling rockpools, sandy sandwiches and bobbing sewage of youth.  The cool mist that eminates from a Fab can see you transported in an instant to bladderwracky family holidays on windswept British beaches. Twister is a weird, ribbed contortion of lolly and ice cream, a kind of arctic dildo. When you lick it, the milkfat smothers the taste of the lolly, leaving you with a mouth full of glaciated liposuction. 

For all its ubiquity and apparent simplicity, it took a surprisingly long time for someone to invent the lolly. Legend is that an 11-year-old San Franciscan, Frank Epperson, left a fruity drink with a stick poking out of it outside on a cold night in 1905. He tasted it the next day, and saw that it was good. In 1924, Epperson patented his creation, calling it an Epsicle – his children preferred popsicle, and a fresh proprietary eponym entered the American dialect. During the Great Depression, double-sticked popsicles sold for a nickel, allowing two children to share a lolly. I find that singularly sad.