Badcock — Lolly

And from that day on, every time the wind blew from the east, you could find Finn on the pier, sharing licks of a Badcock Lolly with anyone brave enough to taste a little badness — just for the joy of it.

Instantly, the seagulls began laughing. Not squawking — actually laughing, in wheezy, hysterical bursts. The tide reversed for three seconds. And Finn’s left eyebrow turned a gentle shade of lavender. badcock lolly

Twelve-year-old Finn Badcock (no relation — or so he claimed) bought one on a dare. He stood on the pier, unwrapped the crinkly wax paper, and gave it a slow, deliberate lick. And from that day on, every time the