At some point, somewhere, I ended up involved with a shady organization called D3 For short. They promised drugs, fast women, slow cars and strange occult rituals performed in the backwoods of Somerset in the hopes of summoning up nameless things from dead times.

Originally it’d begun as some sort of magazine, I offered fiction and found myself a partner. All thoughts of it just being a magazine faded after I found myself spectacularly failing a medical for a trip to the South Pole to retrieve Shackleton’s lost journal, which supposedly would reveal maps pointing not just to the secrets of hollow earth but would lead us to “something in the ice”.

At least this is all I managed to garner from the garbled rants of our Editor. A grim giant of a man called Ger, whose left hand, having been lost in a prizefight with a midget hooker in Tijuana, was a filthy hook.

After our last meeting, a cider party in a burnt out warehouse somewhere in Sussex, I was left with a bad case of post-traumatic stress syndrome and the daunting task of my first journalistic endeavor. Once I’d picked all the glass from my hair and re-learnt how to use gravity, I was to head back to Dublin to cover the ninth annual Horrorthon.

Lamberto Bava, the man, the legend was attending.

Andrew Deane, one of the men responsible for ‘The Masters of Horror’ series.

Anders Banke, director of Sweden’s first vampire movie ‘Frostbite’. A stunning first feature.

Jay Slater, author of ‘Eaten Alive: Italian Cannibal and Zombie Movies.’

Julian Richards, director of ‘Darklands’. Rachel Belofsky, from ‘The rise and fall of the Slasher movie’ and Carl Daft from Severin Films.

It was a daunting list of celebrity that had to be tracked down and interviewed by a man who’d never interviewed anyone before and who may well have left a dark cider summoning party with more than just an upset stomach.

First though, I had to track down Ed King, the co-founder of the Horrorthon and the man I had to persuade to give me access to the assorted movers and shakers of the Horrorthon.

Luckily I had pictures and file info dating from Ed’s time in Edinburgh and his involvement with a secret project to create a human-badger hybrid super-soldier.

It would also help that Ed King is an absolute gentleman.

The persuasion took remarkably little actually it took meeting Ed and throwing him the idea of D3.

I left our brief meeting with a list of people who I could interview, some of which extended far past the list of attendees for the Horrorthon.

Shocked at the warmth and willingness of Ed King to help something as fledgling as the website, I retired to a pub to try drink off my case of nerves, only to get a invite to the opening wine reception of the Horrorthon.