Happy Easter from Elvis
Listen guys, there’s so much that is wrong about Easter. Chicks, bunnies, too much chocolate and not enough of what it’s all about. I, for one, am not 100% sold on the true meaning either but it’s not all about me (despite the blog title!). So here is a clip I’ve been mad keen to share for ages and today seems a good day to do it.
Try imagining anyone else in the red ruffle shirt and it would be so wrong wouldn’t it? But The King, as always, wears it well 🙂
P.S. I am getting desperate about the multitude of criss-crosses around my eyes – known in ad-speak as “fine lines”. In my eyes they are fecking furrows and despite the switch to SPFs in my moisturiser and a much hyped Protect and Perfect serum there is no discernible, lasting difference.
Anyone got any recommendations please? I know it is a bit horse, door, stable, bolted but who cares, t’internet’s a big place and just one of you might have the magic potion!