I had just come off shift on a ship as a croupier and on my way home in the car, it wasn't until I got out of the car until it hit

More of a shock

A bit of a thread creep but

I was living in a commune in Kent England (yeh old hippy me)and it was my turn to visit the local shop about 2 miles away, pick up the fortnightly paper a treat a bottle of milk and the post.

I walked into the shop saw the paper, bought it, went back qand said Elvis is dead.

No one talked much for about a week and most of the songs sung at night were dismal

how life changes I would now celabrate his life not sorrow because of his death