...my mum's place. She is a big fan of The King. Mind you, I know the lyrics to most of his songs as they were burnt into my brain as a child being always played in the car.
I too have stolen towels! Is there some psychological link between Stratocasters and cotton-kleptomania? One should always know where one’s towel is, but actual pilferage may be a bit beyond the pale.
Thing is i had to steal it... after all the time i spent as a child moaning about how rubbish Elvis was when she played his records incessantly, I could never now admit to her that I actually like The King.