Over the weekend I saw Let the Right One In, a newly released Swedish horror movie (that deserves a more arresting title). If I described the plot it would sound absurd, but for a film about vampires it is strangely convincing.
Anyway, it struck me I had missed a trick here. I could describe my affair with Vanessa in terms of the myth of Dracula. When I bought her an expensive present her face lit up with a glorious smile like a vampire momentarily sated with blood.
Making the movie A Vampire in Bond Street would be a much better way of explaining my humiliating obsession with Vanessa than the literal truth, so often described on this blog.
