Sunday, November 28, 2010

Shame, Shame, I Know Your Name...

Dear James Bond,

A double bill today on a snowy afternoon, with not even jet lag as an excuse, (can Belgium to England really qualify? I think not) reconfirms my massive affection for you. With your Jurassic, sexist, incorrigible bastardo ways and questionable hair pieces, yes you. All incarnations of you, except Timothy Dalton, he was far too politically correct for my taste.

Now, pat me on the bottom and tell me to run along like a good girl with my shameful crush, women died so I could vote. Oh Emily, I am sorry...

Yours sincerely,


  1. Gah, I feel your pain. It's what I call Gene Hunt syndrome.

    Not all incarnations, though. Roger Moore, Daniel Craig are you sure?

  2. Oh Suzie I wish it weren't so, but yes to Roger Moore and yes to Daniel Craig in his first incarnation as Bond, not so much the second, too much pouting! There is a reason this post is titled Shame, Shame...Damn it's hard to type when one's head is hung so very low...

  3. Oh twas the perfect thing for a "slightly" tired over emotional just married lady. Swoon Pussy Galore!