A break from political hysteria is no bad thing.
I remember seeing Elvis Presley’s Love Me Tender film in Scunthorpe many years ago.
As I sucked my liquorice sweets, Elvis first appeared as a ploughboy. The young women swooned, their boyfriends laughed and took the mickey.
Then the film moved to Woodvine/Woodbine cemetery, the cinema was in joyous uproar.
I sort of liked the songs. Pop is my drink of choice.