He's Nothing But a Hound Dog

We had a special one-on-one with The King last week. Our buddy Tripp channels Elvis, right down to the pelvis grinding and knee quaking. He met his idol (or a facsimile thereof) a year ago at the beach and has been mesmerized ever since. His mum, who is wicked-good with the sewing machine, whipped him up a couple gold lame outfits. Add wig, mic and glasses, and well...presto! It's Elvis. "Would you like to join me up on the stage for a photo?" He asked Harry. Don't mind if we do!