The Vamporient Sexpress
The year was 1956, the place, Istanbul, and the time was about four in the afternoon. The scene was the most extraordinary one I could possibly imagine. I knew I was different from other people but to what extent, I had no idea. British by birth, I’d grown up in a small village in Middlesex West London and had since travelled the world. At the age of 35 I thought I’d seen everything under the sun, from the high Masai planes of Kenya to the Niagara Falls; from the Whirling Dervishes in Turkey as...