I used to happily hum along to his tunes if they came on the radio. I thought he was a dapper looking retro fella with a fair collection of catchy hits.
Then I went to Graceland, Memphis. And I fell for Elvis.
What a man. What a mansion.
He's a super huge cliche of the 50's/60's era, but a trip to see his house, his outfits, his cars....his private jet. He's a dreamboat.
Many a happy afternoon has since been spent watching Blue Hawaii whilst enjoying my sewing.
And if I could perfect a look as stunningly sixties as Priscilla then I would die a happy woman. Any couple who can ensure their hair defies gravity so effortlessly gets my vote.
James even (mildly) agrees with me, and splashed out on a snazzy Elvis Presley Christmas record for our little pale blue Dansette player. Festive perfection.
I'm a changed woman.
I'm a changed woman.
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