Elvis burgers no more

Last night I surprised myself by sitting in front of the telly whilst eating dinner and watched a documentary about Elvis Presley. I was scornful of the annoying 60 minutes style at the start, but soon I was dragged into watching it to the end. The funny thing is I normally hate schmaltz like that, but I realised that I knew nothing about him. Now I feel bad for using his name in vain everytime I eat a burger or feel bloated. As annoying as those sycophantic shows about celebrities are, I had never realised how much of a socially responsible bloke he was, and how his decline was actually pretty tragic. Wow, I learned something from tv. What'll it be next - I learn to love everyone because Jerry Springer teaches me a lesson from the weirdos on his show? .. I need to get out more..