Where better to celebrate Halloween than in London, steeped as it is in a rich history of hauntings and horrors. From Tower Bridge tube, my guest and I wound our hesitant way down shadowed back streets looking for an event that hopes to stamp its grisly mark on the London scene and become a legend in its own right. Vinopolis was the venue for every self respecting ghoul looking for a good time - The Grand Halloween Ball was upon us. Upon arrival, our coats were taken by a she devil, and I gave her my jacket wondering if I would ever see it again. We entered into a scene from Thriller; fallen angels, zombies, vampires, dungeon gimps and the grim reaper, chatted, drank and danced Vinopolis is famous for its wines, so a quick crash course in wine tasting was on offer. In keeping with the theme, the blood -stained host gave the lesson in a dingy grotto, which made the situation somewhat surreal. Despite this, he talked us through the basics of smelling, tasting, how to hold the glass etc....
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