Elvis in London
I can’t stop thinking about the day Elvis Presley visited London in 1958 and why his guide around town, the then British pop sensation Tommy Steele, ’swore never to divulge publicly’ what occurred that fateful day.
Why did Tommy swear? What terrible secret has he been carrying this last fifty years? Is there an as yet undiscovered mass grave of murdered prostitutes in London? Simon le Bon was born later that year - was Presley to blame?
Did Elvis purchase a bolt hole in the capital to which he fled in 1977 and where he still resides to this day? Or was it that, for the sake of his future earnings, the King never ever wanted it to be known that he had hung out with Tommy bloody Steele? I guess we’ll never know.
Posted on April 23rd, 2008 at 9:46 pm
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Apparently one of Steele’s hits (Half a Pre-Decimal Bourgeois-Capitalist Sexual Bonding Manifestation, or something on those lines) was based on H G Wells’ Kipps. One of Wells’ last publications was called Mind at the End of its Tether. He must have had an inkling.
Philips last blog post..E Pluribus Unum
At last the truth is out about the East End Elvis’s.
See http://www.flickr.com/photos/tags/eastendelvis/ for the truth revealed.
Presumably Elvis must have been very well disguised then, if he walked round London without anyone noticing.
Presumably he swore to keep quiet about the amount of drugs they took.
I think it’s because they went round to Cliff Richard’s house and widdled through his letterbox.