Where were you thirty years ago today when Elvis died? It was August 16, 1977 and I was 12 years old, on holiday in Gorleston-on-Sea with my parents and two younger brothers, who at that time were the two most annoying people in the world but these days, are ok. I remember the adults at the guest house where we were staying were all sitting around in the lounge, upset, reading The Daily Mirror and wondering where it all went wrong. I didn't realise at the time what had truly happened.My favourite Elvis movie ever is Blue Hawaii and I even have the soundtrack on CD, sad muppet that I am.
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I was in Weymouth on a week's holiday with my sister, Karen, and my nan and grandad. I'd actually wet the bed for the first time ever because the day previous I'd got lost on the beach and ended up at the lost and found section of the beach. Scared the hell out of me. Woke up to a rainy grey morning and news that the King was dead. Never been back to Weymouth since.
I would like to say I wasn't even born then, but that would be a bit "economical" with the truth...I think I was in Greymouth and it was raining.
In Belgium - see my latest post.
Blue Hawaii - oh no.
He'd already gone soft by then.
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