One of my earliest childhood memories was the excitement of looking up the street every Thursday to see when the Corona pop man was coming, bringing my weekly treat – a bottle of pop. In fact a whole crate – 4 bottles – bright yellow lemonade not like the cloudy white colour you get now – sweet red cherryade – the mystically named dandelion and burdock and the fizziest of all orangeade. You had to be good for the week before you get it, but I rarely missed. That pop must be responsible for keeping me on the straight and narrow.
Only now sixty years later, do I find my memories dashed. Research at Harvard University suggests that pop can accelerate ageing. Maybe I am only 40 after all.
Apparently too much pop can lead to wrinkles and even worse, damage to heart and kidneys. I don’t remember there being any warning on the bottle, perhaps I could sue the Corona pop man!
How many more happy memories will be dashed?