I can’t deny it or put it off any longer. It is time to have an refreshing cocktail and watch a Bond movie.
Q has radioactive lint. Or so he claims. Nobody’s actually used a Geiger counter on it, he may just have been caught short for a demo at the last moment and had to rummage in his belly button in the hallway so as not to disappoint M.
007 is enjoying his favourite pastime: Sitting in a stationary car in front of a movie screen showing documentaries about the California coastline with really wobbly camerawork.
Hooray it is Diana Rigg. She has mistakenly believed that her giant sleeves will serve as a flotation device. Fortunately George Lazenby is here to rescue and then smirk all over her.
“PLEASE stay alive…at least for tonight ;)”
Bond is a man of principle, damnit, and that means necrophilia is entirely off the cards.
“Mr Bond, I have invited you here to dominate and nob my daughter. But, you know, as therapy.” CBT has come a long way since 1969.
I used to watch Bond films and lust after a sports car with machine guns. These days I watch Bond films and start looking up knit ties on Ebay…
“I have taught you to love chickens. To love their flesh.” A career-defining moment for Telly Savalas, I think we can all agree.
I fear it may be time for a refreshing cocktail and the other half of “On Her Majesty’s Secret Service”. This has been known to lead to Commentary. If that wasn’t what you wanted your wall full of this evening…I apologise in advance 😛
Damnit, ending gets me every time. I mean, the dust in here…
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