My Grandpa Is a Vampire

it was the summer of 93' and in my bored childhood i meanderd along shawlands road in glasgow. on this warm day it was perhaps the only time that year that i had wanted to be home. i headed home and this time took another route. on this route i stumbled upon a video rental shop untill now unknown to me. i slowly opened the door and pushed away the hanging string beads. and old lady with hair as dark as the night looked down on me. she was fat, about fourteen stone and i jerked back as i noticed the boil on her cheeck. she watched me as a hawk, suspiciously. her phone rang and she went behind a door to andswer it. There, behind the desk, glowing in majesty, was a video tape hidden from the world. my curios mind ticked over with questions, before i even considerd what i had done my hand was behind the counter. i opened the door to leave and i heard the gypsey woman shout "child, you leave this shop with that video and i promise you will regret it". i ignored her advice and ran like the wind, it took me 20 minuets to get home, i was horribly out of breath. Then, locking myself in my bedroom i slapped it on. the minuets past, the mytic ways of this video were undeniable, for the gypsey was right, i did regret taking what i now regard as the worst video i have ever viewed.