Crap Elvis has left the hospital...

Oops. So there I was knocking a few Elvis poses out at home when I twisted my knee.

Not bad enough to stop playing football the same night...or so I thought.

But you know when you hear a snapping sound from inside your knee, and you collapse like a wall built with bricks and custard, screaming. I do. I did.

A trip to the emergency department, wheelchair and crutches deployed, then a chat with a sports doctor (elvis impersonating - see it at the next olympics) has let me know I've snapped my Anterior Cruciate Ligament, and will need a knee reconstruction.

"But I've bought a crap $30 Elvis suit and am going round the world for a year" I reasoned.
"Well off you limp then, see you in a year" he said.

AND I WILL. Doesn't he know there's a lookalike competition to lose?!

Brilllllllliant news!

On hearing of Crap Elvis, someone mentioned an Elvis festival in Parkes, New South Wales (a few hours out of Sydney) they thought was around the time we leave for our trip.

In the worst case of timing since Princess Di said "nice night for a drive", it actually finishes on the day we arrive in Sydney to catch a plane to South America....
....so I changed the tickets to leave a couple of days earlier of course.


So now we're booked on the Elvis train (yes, really) out of Sydney on Fri 11 Jan, then into someone's house in this tiny country town where Elvis' (plural Elvii?) from all round Australia travel to. Check it out at www.parkeselvisfestival.com.au


It looks bizarre. And I now have a goal in life - to come last in the Elvis lookalike and karaoke competitions. It's on like Donkey Kong!

How it started....

So there I was in Aussie cheapo shop Spotlight buying a wig for our farewell party before we headed off round the world for a year. And then I saw it. An Elvis suit for $29.99. Who could resist at that price? I certainly didn't.

Actually I should point out that the suit isn't officially an Elvis suit - the store called it a "Rocker" outfit, but I guess in the budget-conscious-elvis-suit market, naming royalties are an unecessary expense.

I further armed myself with a $10 "Greaser" wig (yep, royalties avoided again), and put together with the glasses I already had at home, I now own the crappiest Elvis suit in the world.

On taking it home, it was pointed out that maybe it was a complete waste of money, seeing as I'd just quit work to travel for a year...
BUT NOT IF IT COMES WITH US!!!!