Thursday 29 July 2010

Viva Las Vegas!

Tom & Tanya get hitched 
My friend and colleague Tom and the lovely Tanya have been immensely generous to my project by deciding to get hitched, in Las Vegas, by Elvis himself.

When I saw them on Monday night, Tanya was still unsure as to whether it would be young Elvis or Vegas Elvis who would do the deed. Tune in, tomorrow night at 9pm BST, to find out.....

Thanks: Tom & Tanya
Sing-a-long Viva to celebrate!  

Post-script:
You missed it? Nevermind! Watch it again here. Over and over again.


It was young Elvis in his gold jacket. Tom makes small talk with the preacher-man and then in comes the lovely bride accompanied up the aisle by the King himself. Elvis plays Love Me Tender, Tom joins in. The minister does his thing, Tanya's emotional - cryin' in the chapel - but Tommo has his blue silk hankerchief (another colleague enviously commented 'I forgot the hanky at my wedding'). Elvis sings Can't Help Falling in Love. Tanya's smiling.


They exchange rings. The kiss is one that Elvis would be proud of. They all sing Viva! Then Elvis gets the lovely couple to give his bespoke Elvisy vows:


I promise
To love you tender baby
I will never leave you with suspicious minds
I will never leave you at Heartbreak Hotel
Or any hotel.
I will never step on your Blue Suede Shoes
I will never let you have Blue Suede Shoes
For I will always be
Your hunk o' hunk o'
Burning love
Baby.


Elvis plays them out to Blue Suede Shoes. 


Ah, sweet sweet love. The lovely American trilogy are played out by Elvis to Blue Suede Shoes. Now, where can I find a pair of Blue Suede Booties? 

Thursday 8 July 2010

Follow that dream: Elvis invades the blogosphere's combined subconscious

Me and Sleep Talkin' Man face the facts....
This week, I woke up and mumbled that I'd dreamt that Elvis was dead. Then I fell asleep again. I don't remember the dream and my mumbling apparently wasn't very explanatory. I wouldn't have thought about it again had it not been for Sleep Talkin' Man. Yes, it seems that for Sleep Talkin' Man and I, the Sandman has been sprinkling a little bit of Dead Elvis into our dreams. Fortunately for Sleep Talkin' Man (an English man in the US) his wife, the wonderful Karen, records what he says during his sleep, and shares it with the rest of the world. STM (or Adam to his wife) seems to be taken over in sleep by either a foul-mouthed sociopathic narcissist, or his exaggerated anxieties. Makes great office reading if your colleagues don't mind hysteria. On July 7th, Adam mumbled,

"Elvis is dead. He is dead, I tell you! Buried and oh just a little bit smelly. Bad burger muncher."

Click here to hear.

And click here to Follow that Dream....

Thanks: Alice G