It was the summer of 1984 when Tony Stuchbury made the journey from Manchester to Elvis Presley 's birthplace in Tupelo, Mississippi. Finally the superfan was going to meet the man behind the legend.
Not the King of Rock 'n' Roll himself - he had died seven years earlier - but the svengali who managed his every hip-swivelling move: Colonel Tom Parker.
Then as now, history was unsure - was Kingmaker Parker a marketing genius? Or a scoundrel who worked his one and only client into an early grave?
