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There's just no escaping. 007 has not only spanned what, 40 years (?) of movie making but now shows no signs of being bound by nation nor culture nor language. My point is supported by the fact we now find Mr. Bond laying his life on the line on behalf of her Majesty's Secret Service in Germany. Well, technically I am seeing him in A View to a Kill which zip zaps all over the globe from Russia to San Francisco, but it is playing on the German channel (who when last mentioned was bringing us the ever-loved Sabrina), with very poorly dubbed sub-titles, I might add.

Oh James, do you never get reprieve from saving the world? What a tough life. Whatsay you and Money Penny just call it a day and go raise alpacas in the English countryside. I'll be over for a martini as per the usual shaken rather than stirred order. Tell Q I prefer cherries to olives.

At least this one is evident of a moderate improvement in technology and cinemetography. Well, as much as you could hope from 1985. But with Christopher Walken as Bond Villain extraordinare and still-hot-today uber group Duran Duran belting out the theme sone (the only Bond song to hit #1 in the States, I might add) you can't not rank it as a favourite.

Tonight was deliciously low-key. At some points I was getting a little antsy but forced myself to just sit back an enjoy, as next weekend the flat is flush with guests once again. I did however manage to do the prelim prep work for my small but hopefully delightful brunch tomorrow.

Also chatted some time with the J-Man tonight who helped heaps with The Dutch. I'm sure my grammar was absolutely painful to read but he was of most help and I hope to pick up more hints and tips up til and including the time he cracks under the pressure of having to tutor me. Maar ik sprek nederlandse een beetje!!!

Am all of a sudden tired. Man, if my Blog does this to everyone I may lose my small but devoted following. Shower and jammies time...