Ray:
This is an old story but in '71 I went to England with a cousin of Christopher Lee. He called several times during our stay but Lee never returned his phone calls. One evening we ran a 3,000 meter race on the track in Bristol. After the race a bunch of the guys walked through a graveyard to get to the local pub. My friend put in his vampire teeth just to be in the proper spirit. Kind of scared me how much he looked like a real vampire. After a couple of pints nobody cared anyway.
Dannyboy