WEDNESDAY CLUB - Elvis Presley - His Latest Flame/Hound Dog Live
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ELVIS PRESLEY - His Latest Flame
Up to the age of about 12, almost every year I would visit a place called Dufftown, it is the original one horse town, my Aunt lived there. I hated the place and it still makes my skin crawl when I think about it. The main reason was that it was a large house and if you needed to go to the loo, you had to climb a long winding staircase. You also had to pass a door which was always closed. This door let to another third story.
What was even worse, was my Uncle was the local undertaker (he also had a wood business and furniture shop) there was very often coffins in the hallway and you had to pass this to go to the toilet. It was terrifying.
My younger sister and I always asked if we could sleep together, where we would huddle together shaking in fear at any odd sound or creak.
One day my Aunt asked me to go to the third level to collect something. I had to enter that closed door. We thought this was the awful place where he stored his coffins and dead bodies. I could not admit I was scared and just had to do it. I was literally trembling with fear and the whole thing became a slow motion blur, I was almost physically sick with the terror of it all.
The only good things I remember was that we were given threepence once a day (1.25 p in todays money) and could go to the sweet shop where we indulged ourselves with sherbet dips, lucky bags, penny dainties, halfpenny toppers and lucky tatties, my favourite.
The other thing was a great treat which was a visit to the local cinema where I remember vividly seeing the two best Elvis films ever, Jail House Rock and King Creole.
That was before he got involved with a stream of banal movies which were churned out in the sixties.
Below is the performance which started all the fuss, it is a good watch, the host however is a little annoying, but Elvis stands his ground.
What was even worse, was my Uncle was the local undertaker (he also had a wood business and furniture shop) there was very often coffins in the hallway and you had to pass this to go to the toilet. It was terrifying.
My younger sister and I always asked if we could sleep together, where we would huddle together shaking in fear at any odd sound or creak.
One day my Aunt asked me to go to the third level to collect something. I had to enter that closed door. We thought this was the awful place where he stored his coffins and dead bodies. I could not admit I was scared and just had to do it. I was literally trembling with fear and the whole thing became a slow motion blur, I was almost physically sick with the terror of it all.
The only good things I remember was that we were given threepence once a day (1.25 p in todays money) and could go to the sweet shop where we indulged ourselves with sherbet dips, lucky bags, penny dainties, halfpenny toppers and lucky tatties, my favourite.
The other thing was a great treat which was a visit to the local cinema where I remember vividly seeing the two best Elvis films ever, Jail House Rock and King Creole.
That was before he got involved with a stream of banal movies which were churned out in the sixties.
Below is the performance which started all the fuss, it is a good watch, the host however is a little annoying, but Elvis stands his ground.
ELVIS PRESLEY - Hound Dog (live)
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