A whole lotta fakin’ goin’ on! At the Porthcawl Elvis Festival anyone can be the King for a day
Attrinuted By Jane Fryer Daily Mail
The first ‘Elvis’ I spot is at Bridgend railway station. He’s sporting a shabby black jumpsuit slashed to the waist and a matted quiff, and is standing outside the ticket office drinking Special Brew, chain-smoking and muttering obscenities into his mobile phone.
The next - sleek and dark and dapper [...]
























