Well if Elvis is truly dead and not selling chips in Scarborough, he would most definitely be turning in his grave.
Don’t think I have ever seen an impersonator who is so inanimate. Elvis with a broad yorkshire accent is something to hear Sithee.
Not bad but at least we have beer. Well providing the chimps behind the bar can figure out how to use the till that is.
In celebration of our trip to see the Elvis World Championships in Bridlington (of all places) last year, The Caddies and the Foggies went to the happening hip town of errr Dewsbury to see an Elvis personator in concert, oh boy.
Well bless my soul, tis Elvis, oh no it isn’t. Oh yes it is.
Just to prove how cold it was at Scarborough yesterday, here’s Mr Barty with just some of his winter wear on and he was still cold.
This weekend we took the Barty Clan in the midst of a biting storm to Scarborough by the sea for Fish n Chips at Winkin Willie’s
This was the cheery greeting to all passengers who got on the park and ride in York.
OK, so we went to work yesterday, nothing, came home last night, nothing and this morning woke to see this view in the graveyard opposite.
Spike has a phobia about his travel box to go to the vets or catery, so much so that we need to find new inventive ways to get him into it without being pee’d all over.
me got some roses, only the 2nd time in my life.