Neb put that rock'n'roll quiff to good use yesterday, as – standing by the sun longers – he gave an impromptu bravura rendition of a couple of Elvis Presley standards.
Notwithstanding a somewhat shaky grasp on the lyrics of "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog", Neb more than compensated with his sheer royal flair, proving that he's perfectly able to conquer Memphis a second time (only this time, he might not need to invade).
In the words of John the Baptist: "You really are the King."
