Perhaps the most notable being the time I ran, screaming, from a vampire movie set.

You see, only a portion of the script arrived on my doorstep, two weeks after a very ambiguous, yet obviously successful, casting session.

At the innocent age of 19, blood did, in fact, drain from my veins as three ‘Ladies’ walked onto set, wearing little more than a sharp toothed smile!

Had I realised at the time that it would now make a much better story, I might have stayed to meet my end...