What Year? You mean, narrow it down? Jeez, all I can say with any certainty is that it wasn't yesterday.
I remember finding myself in the village about what must have been a few hours after the above photos. The Elvis's had definitely peaked, and there were several lying in the gutter, and a couple slumped against a wall. All were unconscious. It was a bizarre sight without a doubt, especially as my own senses were somewhat away with the fairies. Perhaps there had been an air disaster and all the passengers had been Elvis? Maybe there had been a seance in the village, and many Elvis's had been brought back from the dead? Or even a dirty glass and a dodgy sausage at Tetre Rouge.
A great effort, probably the best I've seen.
Fifteen of us dressed up as surgeons one year, and managed to perform check ups and mouth to mouth on many passers by. Well, self examination isn't the answer to everything, after all. Couldn't find a willing liver donor anywhere though. Which is probably just as well.
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