I was in a nightclub in Blackpool when Elvis died. I wasn't old enough to get in but I had put on very high heels and had a face full of slap and I guess the guy on the door that night had bad eyesight so in I went. It was all Donna Summer heavy breathing - the dawn of disco. I met a friend who told me the King was dead. Surely not, I thought, the King will live forever. Have another rum and black.