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Elvis Bust 'Weeps' in Dutch Town

"The tears you can see started at 10 o'clock. When you taste it, it's salty. It's a miracle," he said.

He would say that, wouldn't he -- he's a 50-year-old professional Elvis impersonator.

In other Elvis news, I was listening to Duchess of Devonshire this morning on the radio (or "the wireless" as she would no doubt call it) spilling the beans about her Elvis obsession. She denies being obsessed, of course but she IS. You can listen to it here.

I'm ticking things off my "to do" list with great speed. Now I just have to mow the lawns and that's about it, which is great -- I'll have the weekend free and the weather's promising to be good. Note to self: try not to get sunburnt. Bertie leaves for his little holiday in Dunfermline ("Hedgehog Capital of Central Scotland") on Monday morning.

A bloke who left work six years ago is up from England "doing" the Festival, and last night he popped in to say hello. It was quite strange, because so much has changed since he left. Lots of people have left, most of our department in fact, and of course we're in a new building. We've also had about five or six new editors since then. Spooky.

He's leaving journalism altogether, and Britain -- he and his wife are off to live in France.