I've spent the last 48 hours watching a James Bond Marathon, so right now I am bleary eyed, tired and having delusions of invulnerability. For us British guys, James Bond is like Rocky is for Italians. Where is Ernst Stavro Blofeld when you need him?
How can you not like James Bond - stone cold killer, ladies man and ripping drunk. Sounds exactly like me ... well, 1 out of 3 ain't bad. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go pump Clara the dry-cleaner for her suds-free washing secrets before she holds the world ransom for One Million Dollars!
Doing it Bond Style ...
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