Getting it in the neck

I’M NOT sure when my own vampire obsession started.

I read Dracula when I was about 12 and I reckon the timing of that, coupled with my growing interest in all things pale and interesting — David Sylvian and Steve Strange, and the other pallid New Romantics, made for a perfect adolescent angsty crush. If they were tall, drained and handsome, I was hooked.

I saw my TV action hero, Eddie Shoestring (Trevor Eve) in a 1979 adaptation of Bram Stoker’s fine novel and I was truly bitten by the vampire bug.