I was just wondering along the mean streets of South London, taking care of business, when my attention was drawn to a figure resting on the balcony of a building just off Streatham High Street. I peered closely and was all shook up to realise that it was none other than “The King” himself.

Who would have thought that so many miles away from Digbeth High Street, Elvis should come to me in another vision.

I feel blessed.