In Memoriam of Ian Fleming.
56 years ago. Aged 56.
I believe 12 August 1964 was his son’s 12th birthday, which is a bit rough, and additionally 12 August is the date Bond moans about the soft life in From Russia with Love, which is equally so. “…thoroughly bored with the prospect of the day ahead.” Fate has the habit of delivering a swifty to the nadgers on occasion, does she not?