Elvis is in the building, strutting his stuff on Susan Boyle's mantelpiece. Not black, leather-clad Elvis – you can't have everything – but a plastic, white, rhinestone-clad Elvis sent by one of Boyle's legion of fans who heard she was to duet posthumously with the King. It gets surreal when his rich, dark voice shivers from speakers, blending with her light clarity in a spine-tingling version of
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