Elvis seen in Puerto Banus

Elvis Presley is having a grand time. He is cuddling up to tipsy girls and giving them individual verses of Return to Sender as they blush, squeal and make half-hearted attempts to escape. "Hey, baby, what's your name?" he groans, and they automatically reply: Kelly, Alise, Leanne. Elvis is, of course, an impersonator, but a very fine one; if he weren't black, Portuguese and as skinny as a rake in his baggy white jumpsuit, he could almost pass for the real thing.
Jesús Flores, owner of Ocean's 11, the Marbella bar where Elvis performs every Friday night, believes he's lucky to have him. "I couldn't do the bar without music. It wouldn't be as successful." A crawl around the nearby bars - none of which offers live music - confirms it. They're quieter than you would expect, given it is a balmy July night and the moon is turning the Costa del Sol seafront into an Athena postcard. Meanwhile, Ocean's 11 is buzzy and flirty, and, happily for Flores's bar takings, most of the drinkers are young and British.