Oh and purchasing this…
Chemex Bond heaven every morning.
“Is that all it does?”
There’s something about being in the car for me, as well.
Perhaps, it’s the acceleration of the engine when images of Bond motoring away from some SPECTRE agents flash in my mind.
I have just taken my jaguar for a spin around the S bend, funny thing was, on the way there, I passed a car with 0007 as part of number plate!
The start of mine is J800, which I say stands for J B double 0
Every time I strap on my Omega Seamaster (which isn’t often these days since I haven’t been in shirt and tie since March 17th ). Also, when I get behind the wheel of my wife’s 2020 MK V Supra (it’s her mid-life crisis car ). That thing hauls the mail and has enough tech to make Q very happy).
I had a very strange 007 day yesterday!
I went to my local screwfix store to collect an order and the man on the door asked for the last 4 numbers of the reference number in my order, on my way out I heard him ask the same question to another customer and he said “four, double O seven”
Later on i took one of my James bond ties to the dry cleaners and as i came our, the audi parked next to my jag had the number plate W007!
Just put a couple of quid on a horse in the 15 00 at Epsom, called MR SCARAMANGA. A horse race earlier in the week had a horse called MOONRAKER
They both lost
The odds ALWAYS beat gut feeling, dispite what many gamblers think.
There is a horse running today at Newmarket called CHRISTOPHER WOOD
I hope you didn’t put any money on it, every punter knows CHRISTOPHER WOOD is a three-legged wonderhorse…
I did not though! Still 50p each way did not bankrupt me
Looks like giving a racehorse a Bond-related name is a Jinx.
(Did I really say that?)
No, but yo mamma did and she told me to tell you she’s really disappointed in you.
I had a haircut yesterday evening, which was my first in about eight months. Amazing how something so simple changes the perception of yourself. I kind of do feel like Bond!
Was it done in a hotel in Hong Kong?
I feel like a Tom Mankiewicz James Bond (it’s quite niche) when I treat every woman I meet as a nincompoop, or violently, or a really winning combination of the two.
Every. Single. One.