Ferdy Fox here, connoisseur of the frighteningly fantastic and the morbidly macabre. Summer in the big city – and there has to be a jolly good reason for me to leave my bar stool in my favourite Soho watering hole.
But I feel a stirring, a call of nature addressing my primal instincts deep in my loins. It’s telling me I should be somewhere. Then it came to me. It’s the August bank holiday week-end, the time of year when FrightFest rolls into town.