Elvises in Southport
You could have knocked me down with a feather because right before me was Elvis Presley, looking remarkably well since his death 30 odd years ago. Maybe it's not all plain sailing on the Nothern Campaign!
I make no apologies for the tardiness of this blog. You see, strange things happen at night on the ocean with hallucinations not uncommon. I've had to spend extra time pinching myself to see if I woke up.
On our first free afternoon in Southport I was joyfully strolling along the shoreline humming an Otis Redding ditty when I came upon a rather large marquee. When I got closer I nodded a friendly 'G'day' to a fellow standing outside and received a curt 'Uh Huh' back.
You could have knocked me down with a feather because right before me was Elvis Presley, looking remarkably well since his death 30 odd years ago. (I noted he really did need to get up to date with his fashion sense though). Perhaps he had secretly escaped and remained anonymous in Surfers Paradise all this time?
As I turned the corner to sell my story to 60 minutes, I was confronted by several more of these lip curling pelvis thrusting clones. By now I was in a state of panic! Inside the marquee sat an audience of fans (in truth, not as well preserved as EP himself) who were hand jiving along as fast as their rhinestone denim cladded limbs allowed them. It was an awesome sight to behold.
A great afternoon was had by all at the Gold Coast Elvis convention. My favourite part was when I heard a Lisa Presley impersonator sigh 'So many Elvis's, so little time!'