I was six or seven when I made an inauspicious debut singing "When You Come To The End Of A Lollipop" at a school concert. It had been a recent hit for Max Bygraves. Somebody had the idea that I should hold a prop of a giant lollipop while I was singing.
The last time I heard of Max Bygraves, he had just recorded a song, which extolled the virtues of Lady Thatcher. It was so dire, that it simultaneously torpedoed any chances of a comeback for either of them - a gratifying outcome!