People may well remember where they were and what they were doing the day JFK was assassinated, but for me it will always be Elvis.
I remember the moment on August 16, 1977, when I heard on the radio that the King was dead.
I was 11 and was playing with my schoolfriend, Lisa, in her living room.
We were both dumbfounded. Even at such a tender age and not being great fans, we talked about the loss as if we had known him. What intense little girls we must have been.
Nearly 20 years on I haven't a clue what happened to my friend Lisa, but Elvis remains as alive in people's minds as if he died last week.
You only have to go to Lan Kwai Fong to see Hong Kong's most famous impersonator, the bejewelled, sideburned Melvis Kwong, crooning to revellers to appreciate how the man moved and still moves.
