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Thursday, 30 August 2012

Elvis

I noticed this morning some publicity on the national news channel breakfast show hosted by Susanna Reid, that there's an Elvis auction going on in Stockport, England.

Considering the folklore surrounding the King, it's always newsworthy to consider the foibles of such a rags to riches, emperor of all he surveyed.

We've previously discussed his favourite sandwich and his death - obviously connected in some way. I've alluded to the important matter of whether or not you're a Beatles or an Elvis person - because you can't be both in equal measure.

Now, the curiosity extends to the auction in this Manchester suburb of two key pieces of Elvis's legacy - his King James Bible complete with annotations and his underpants, framed - complete with skid-marks.

It's a little odd, considering Elvis's other achievements that his dirty underpants might catch so much attention by the media in the name of the public interest.

Now, Susanna Reid's panties, I'd buy those for a dollar.

Whose panties, briefs or Y-fronts would you shell out real money for?