The gloves of a vampire

Like everyone else in the world, I consume so much media that it's amazing that anything sticks in the brain. And sometimes it's just the stupidest and tiniest little detail that remains.

I watched every episode of the most recent Interview With A Vampire TV show because there was a good six months of my life where it was my favourite book of all time (I was, of course, 16 years old), and it was well made and acted and everything. But there wasn't a lot that stuck in my mind, except for the part where the great Eric Bogosian sneers at the idea of wearing gloves to handle a delicate and ancient journal, because he argues that any benefit from using the gloves is outweighed by the loss of sensation and the greater possibility that you might accidentally tear the pages.

And then I read a comic book all about the history of the cocktail, and that's full of historical data, but a week later, the only thing I remember - and something I'll be pulling out at parties for the rest of my pitiful life - is the origin of the word 'cocktail', and what it has to do with sticking objects up a horse's arse.

There's only so much space in my head, so I am, of course, only remembering the best parts.