Chapter 35
Andrea: E is for Elvis
Ha ha! Not to be smug, girls, but I told you so!
I saw all your eye-rolling whenever I told you this story, but it’s true – and here is the evidence!
I thought I’d lost this, but Lewis has helped me empty the entire contents of the attic recently, looking for other things, and he unearthed this – for some reason it was being used as a bookmark in the manual that came with my Jane Fonda Workout, which probably explains why I never saw it again!
Anyway – here we are. Me and the King. I was very young here, in the States doing some awful show for St Patrick’s Day, and he wasn’t at his peak, poor man. But he was very sweet, even then. A real gent, even though we were all dressed like leprechaun strippers.
Good luck with the rest, girls – hope this made you smile.
Now, as Mr Presley might say, goodnight, and thank you, thank you very much!