18 September 2011

Causing unintentional alarm

One morning a few days ago I was out in town (well, Wincanton, which qualifies as a town despite its being twinned with Ankh-Morpork of Discworld fame - anent which more at some point, possibly). After half an hour or so of receiving strange and/or alarmed looks from old ladies and other nervous souls, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a window and it dawned on me: the upturned collar of my new all-weather fleece was giving me a distinctly vampiric mien. Note to self: avoid unintentional Vincent Price impersonations.