Most people love to fear vampires - from the safety of a cinema seat or armchair at home.
Me, I've always wanted to meet one. All Hallows Eve seemed the perfect time to set off on my quest for the undead. Armed with a couple of cloves of garlic, a crucifix, and a small flask of water blessed by my sainted Aunt Edna, my first stop was London's Piccadilly. According to legend, the house on the immediate left of The Hard Rock Cafe was one of Dracula's resting places while he prowled London in search of victims. Today he would probably join the long queue next door for a bite, or a rare hamburger, and get his ears punctured by the loud music.