How ace is this? It's Elvis baby, Elvis! Well, sort of.

I always feel slightly left out of those utterly insane conversations where people I start channelling The King through their cereal boxes. Honey Nut Cheerios are fairly crap at picking up that sort of telepathic activity. I fully reckon that Lucky Charms would do the trick, except England seems to have quietly banned them, probably because all those delicious Charms contained enough E numbers to turn your average school into an army of screaming hoojimongers. I relish the memories. Relish them.