We were sitting in the living room on the sofa,the wrong way
round, looking out the window.It was quiet, and then in the car
park across the roadwe saw Elvis - look, there beside the
postman's van,and he was walking round the postman's
van,looking in the open door.He looked as if he was thinking
about getting in,but then the postman came back,and he swaggered
off,walked past the window and down the stairs,and then at the
bottom of the stairs rightby the caretaker's office,he
started licking the pavement.Every night now since we moved in
that new housethere's this noise outside the door at just
about half sevenor eight o' clock every night.And if we go
and look outside the door,Elvis'll be standing there
waiting to be let in.And then he wanders into the living
room,maybe sits down on one of the chairsor even lies down on
the floor.He doesn't say much,he just stays there for an
hour or two, watching the TV.We talk to him a bit,and then
around ten o' clock, he'll go away again,and not come
back until the next night.There's a lot of lanes and stuff
around here,around the house - although it's right in the
middleof the city it seems quite like the country,it's dead
hidden - safe I suppose, made for night living.There's a lot
of squirrels and birds,and Stuart says he's seen about nine
foxesthere when he's jumped over the fence onhis way to
Prior's Road.Sometimes you can go out walking,and when
you've been out for a wee while even you don't
knowwhere you are anymore,so it would be pretty hard for anyone
else to find you.I suppose that's why he spends so much
time there,that's why he's come to live there, or
maybe it'sjust the squirrels.I read about somewhere that he
likes squirrels quite a lot.There's these two videos that we
got for wedding presents -called the e-files, e-files one and
e-files two about how Elvisissupposed to be still alive.And one
time when he came round we were watching one ofthose, but he
didn't say anything he just sat on the armchair.He was
playing with his collar a bit, and we watchedit right through
and then when it finished he justgot up and walked off into the
mist and didn't say anything.the first few times he came
round I didn't speak to him at all,I wasn't really
sure what to say.And Karen spoke to him quite a lot -she seemed
to know what to do more than I do.He had quite a strange manner
though,he'd go into your stuff and look through it, then
he'd maybepick something up and play with it for a wee
while,but he'd never make any comment about any of
it.Seemed pretty rude to me. I just watched whatever Karen
did,and listened to how she talked to him and then,after a while
I started to copy that, and tell him a fewthings,not really
bothered about whether heresponded or said anything back or not.
I think the first timeI spoke to him we were sitting up on the
mezzanine andI said that I would tell him about me and wee
Karen,and how it was that we'd come to be living there.I
thought he probably liked the fact that we wereliving there
because he came round so much, soI thought he might want to know
how it was that it came about.We did it all over backwards, I
told him.First of all we got to know each other,and then a while
after that we met,and when we'd known each other forabout
seven years we decided to have an anniversary,and that went
quite well,so after the anniversary we had a honeymoon,and that
went well too,so after that we decided that we would get
married.That's why we're living there now.I used to
think my dad wasElvis, but I haven't told him that yet. I
haven't told my dadeither...