Accy cyclist
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- Location
- The hills of Accrington
Funny enough my daughter just asked me if I could remember where I was when I heard Elvis had died and I realised I could.
I had just got home from my brothers and saw a neighbours daughter in the garden screaming and crying. I thought one of her parents had died or something, but when went over to see if I could do anything her mum came out and told me the news.
I can remember where i was. I was waiting outside a pub,for a lift to work. When i got in the car it came on the radio that he'd died. I remember al(not many in those days)the radio stations either talking about him or playing his music all day long, and beyond. By coincidence the same bloke who gave me a lift to work that day now lives below me, in this building....hows about that?!


This reminds me of Dr Dunkley at the "mental hospital" i worked at in the early 80's. He was an eccentric type (he kept body parts in jars in his flat as ornaments) who never took his filthy demob coat off when seeing to his patients. One day i had to assist him in "unblocking" a patient's back passage. He just stuck his hand up and pulled out big lumps of you know what. I think he just managed to rinse his hands afterwards.
No vinyl gloves or anti - bac gel in those days.