Culture

It's a rather cold Saturday afternoon in East London, and the undead are all around me. Corpses in varying states of decay, blankly shuffle across the rain soaked pavement uttering the odd moan, some disgorging a black sticky liquid from the corner of their mouths which dribbles down blood stained clothes. In the corner, three schoolgirls dressed...

I am in Starbucks surrounded by cheerleaders! Not real cheerleaders you understand, just teenage girls dressed as cheerleaders – or more correctly 'Cheerios'. These young people are 'Gleeks', fans of the television programme 'Glee', and amidst the lattes and frappachinos of a small Surrey town, they are catching up on last night's episode. "We got...