He was just like him. Shut your eyes and he… Alan!” “Hmm?” “I'm saying if you shut your eyes he could've been Elvis.” “Aye,” admitted Alan, who already had one eye closed as he attempted to negotiate a key into the hotel room door lock, “but open them and he could've been a baby hippo. Did you see the size of him?” “Well he was big towards the end, Elvis, wasn't he?” “Not that big, Barbara. Graceland isn't that big.” With a triumphant yelp Alan finally slid the key into the lock and wrestled his way into the room. The rattle and clunk of barely-functional air-conditioning filled the corridor, before Barbara stumbled in and closed the door behind them. As holiday rentals went, it wasn't the best, but it was cheap and near the beach, and there was a different sound-a-like show on every night of the week.
