This week marks the date when Elvis Presley would have been 75 had he not slowly committed suicide in Las Vegas. There will be a flurry of 'specials' on TV & Radio and the press which I fear will tend to focus on the jumpsuit era when the cognoscenti know that he did nothing worthwhile after 1962. With maybe one or two exceptions, everything after he came out of the army was total crap with a capital K. Meanwhile, the Elvis Industry will be offering endless piles of rubbish 'collectibles' and I'm keeping an eye out for the most tacky and yecch-inducing item to appear. So far, in amongst the keychains, clocks, plates, hot water bottles and barbecue aprons, this item is in the lead. I don't know why, but the fact that it emanates from Bradford gives it that extra wha?.. quotient.
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