The aging Bond

He was impeccably disguised. In his H&M outfit, made bulletproof by ‘Q’, the ageing Bond was impossible to identify. What’s more, his high-tech walking stick was the perfect weapon in the fight against Dr No. Should the latter come thundering round the next corner in his Batmobile with screeching tyres and head straight for him, he could, as it were, fire the six already-armed mini nuclear missiles with pinpoint accuracy at the flick of his wrist. Yet it was unlikely that Dr No knew where he was or would actually turn up. The nature of his mission had been kept too well under wraps, even at the highest levels. At the last moment, he’d managed to seize Darth Vader’s nefarious plans to destroy the Earth without being detected and stow them in the false bottom of his shopping bag.

Soon he would be back safe and sound in his rented flat, where no one suspected him of being. There, he would immediately resume reading Fleming’s book and, whilst tucking into the snacks from the top compartment of his shopping bag, devour further episodes by George Lucas and Christopher Nolan.