It was with a lightness of heart and a spring in his step that Bond stepped out of the taxi onto the crisp gravel driveway outside the entrance of the imposing but welcoming establishment which was to be his home for the next week. He looked up at it and smiled with anticipation. A…
The Spy Who Loved #MeToo
M looked across the solid oak desk over which so many life altering decisions had been made, so many world changing orders given. He was having trouble disclosing to 007 the details of his latest assignment. It was not an easy a part of the job at the best of times, a duty he…
‘Glad you could join us, double-0 seven.’ The sarcasm behind M’s gruff voice was unmistakable. James Bond was late for his scheduled appointment with his boss. Upon entering M’s office, the inner sanctum he knew so well, musty and bathed in a fog of pipe smoke, he detected an extra air of tetchiness in…
It was a particularly tiresome morning for Miss Moneypenny, M’s personal secretary, who was steadily wading through reams of files, reports and various other items of interdepartmental bureaucracy. She glanced up at the clock on the wall of her small room, outside her boss’ main office, and let out a loud sigh, as if…
James Bond did not feel even slightly the worse for wear, instead he woke this morning with a clear head and a lightness of heart. He reflected on the night before, some highly needed recreation during this period of inactive duty and office work between missions. It had been a typical evening spent at…
James Bond came round groggily from his heavy sedation. Twelve hours previously Dr Jacqueline Hyde had injected him with an almost lethal combination of chloral hydrate and glucose. The canceling out effect of the sleep inducing chemical, combined with the stimulation of the sugar, confused the body’s nerve receptors, resulting in disorientating imbalance and…
The view from Bond’s hotel room was sensational. The early morning sunlight blazed eagerly through the heavy Venetian blinds, and with it came the warm humid air blowing from across the Bosphorus, which glinted in the light just a few yards away. The magnificent river sparkled serenely, embellished by the Moorish influenced architecture dotted…
Bond approached the elegant, fashionably dressed young lady, who was looking ravishing underneath the light cast from the great crystal chandeliers high above the green baize of the main gambling table. He kept himself within her peripheral vision so as not to startle her, he didn’t want to be seen to be invading her…
It was a beautiful morning in late autumn. The air was crisp, fresh and still, and there was not a cloud in the sky. The landscape seemed suspended in time, the living world preparing to close down for the year, preserved in the icy grip of winter. James Bond, in his open top Bentley…
Welcome to the irreverent, imaginary adventures of James Bond, but not as we know him. A secret agent of very different character; a lone voice of conscious awakened maturity, constantly muffled in an uncomprehending society. His feminine side is a dangerous (and bewildering) place to be. Whilst operations are still getting underway, feel free…