Regular readers will know that I’m something of an Elvis fan. Okay, I don’t avidly collect his records and memorabilia like some sideburned, sixty-year-old plumber from Barnsley (not that I have anything against sixty-year-old plumber’s from Barnsley, you understand!), and I’m probably not about to make a pilgrimage to Graceland any time soon — but I have been listening to his music for most of my life and it still does the job it’s supposed to.
So, with the 31st anniversary of his death only a couple of days away, I was a little puzzled to read on the BBC website that the dolls below are being sold in Memphis as part of a weeklong event marking the anniversary.
As a little as I like Priscilla (she’s a Scientologist, for heaven’s sake — need I say more?), the juxtaposition between their marriage and his death seems rather unfortunate… okay, I’ll fess up. I am chuckling just a little bit. The irony really appeals to me.
Do you think the marketing boys and girls at Elvis Presley Enterprises got there anniversaries mixed up? Or maybe they have a bored Englishman working for them who wanted to, you know, have a bit of a laugh?