Stephen I wonder if you can remember what you were doing at half past three on the sixteenth of August, 1977. I remember exactly. I was revising for my insect-killng exams. In those days you could never call yourself educated unless you knew how to kill wasps. Anyway, as I say, I was swatting away for these exams, when I felt a sudden rush in my soul, a sense of something incredibly beautiful and mysterious passing into me. An extraordinary feeling, not unlike an evening with Cliff Michelmore, but somehow more peaceful. What could this feeling portend? Two hours later I dis- covered its meaning exactly. For it was precisely at that time that Elvis Aaron Presley died. I knew then that the soul of Elvis had passed into me. And since that day I have, more or less, been Elvis. I have spent nearly all my time eating ice cream and Big Macs and popping Percodan and Quaalude pills. Eerie isn't it? But I am, of course, not the only person into whom Elvis, with his customary generosity, breathed his soul. My colleague and bitter, sworn friend Hugh Laurie had a similar experience and here he is to tell you about it in the only way he knows.
Hugh sitting on a stool singing "Love Me Tender". Shot develops to reveal that he is singing it to Nicholas Parsons, who is sitting on a stool next to him.
Hugh
Love me tender, love me sweet
Never let me go
You've made my life so complete
And I love you so
Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfil
For my darling I love you
And I always will.
Vox Pop
Stephen I have to read when I'm on the throne. Have to read. Harpic bottle, tube of toothpaste, doesn't matter what it is. Even a book sometimes.