In the car park at Boscastle. It was chunking it down. We were on a family holiday in Bude and the weather had been appalling all week.
I remember my Auntie Janet being very upset, about Elvis that is, not the weather.
We went to the witchcraft museum in the afternoon and I saw lots of photos of nekid ladies jumping over fires, so all in all the day was pretty good as far as my 8 year old self was concerned.
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I don’t recall Elvis leaving the building via the shitter
You made me laugh until I coughed.