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I apologize for the delay. Chapter 13: Good evening, Mr. Boldman We've picked up the two women and are heading out. quote:‘James. James, you’re going the wrong way. You left the Bentley in the car park to the left. Remember?’ ‘Don’t tell the whole world, Sukie. We’re not using the Bentley.’ On his way back, after parking the Saab, he had made a quick detour, and used the old trick of sticking the Bentley’s keys up the exhaust pipe. It was not as safe as he would have liked, but it would have to do. Now they were lugging their suitcases to the Saab. The keys in the tailpipe is a neat trick and I'll remember that. quote:‘Not...’ There was an intake of breath from Nannie. ‘We have alternative transport,’ Bond said crisply, his voice sharp with authority. His plan to outflank SPECTRE depended entirely on caution and timing. He had even considered ditching Sukie and Nannie, leaving them in the hotel. But, unless he could isolate them, it was a safer course to take them along. They had already shown their determination to remain with him anyway. Dumping them now was asking for trouble. ‘I hope your American visas are up to date,’ Bond said, once they had packed everything into the car and he had started the engine. This turns out to be a good idea. quote:‘I haven’t a thing to wear,’ Sukie said loudly. ‘Jeans and a shirt will do where we’re going.’ Bond smiled as he turned on to the Innsbruck road. The Flughafen sign was illuminated for a second in his headlights. ‘Another thing,’ he added. ‘Before we leave this car you’ll have to stow your hardware in one of my cases. We’re heading for Zurich, then flying direct to the States. I have a shielded compartment in my big case and our weapons will have to go in there. From Zurich we’ll be on commercial airlines. Good tradecraft, having a secret stash can save your rear end. quote:‘We’re coming, whatever,’ Nannie said firmly. ‘Both of us. Okay, Sukie?’ ‘You bet your sweet...’ ‘As arranged, then.’ Bond could see the Flughafen signs coming up fast now. ‘There’s a private jet on its way for us. I shall have to spend some time with the people who will be arriving on it. You cannot be in on that, I’m afraid. Then we take off for Zurich.’ In the airport car park, Bond opened up the hatchback and unzipped his folding Samsonite case. Q Branch had taken it apart and fitted a sturdy extra zipped compartment in the centre. This was impervious to all airport surveillance and Bond had found it invaluable when travelling with airlines not allowing him to carry a personal weapon. ‘Anything you should not be carrying, ladies, please.’ He held out a hand while both Sukie and Nannie hoisted their skirts and unclipped from their suspender belts the identical holsters carrying automatic pistols. When the case had been returned to the luggage compartment, he ushered them back into the car. ‘Remember, you’re unarmed. But as far as I can tell, there’s no danger. The people who are on my trail should have been diverted. I shall be with the airport manager.’ Disarming the party is necessary, but I'd hate to have everything in one person's luggage. quote:They went out on to the apron, and Bond saw that the airport had been lit for the arrival. A few minutes later he spotted the flashing red and green lights creeping down the invisible path of the approach to the main runway. In a few seconds the little HS 125 Exec jet, bearing no markings but a British identification number, came hissing in over the threshold. It touched down neatly and pulled up with a sharp deceleration. The pilot had obviously used Salzburg before and knew its limits. The aircraft was brought to a standstill by a ‘batsman’ using a pair of illuminated batons. The forward door opened and the gangway was unfolded. Bond did not recognise the two women, but was glad to see that at least two of the men coming down the steps were people he had worked with before. The more senior was a bronzed, athletic young man called Crispin Thrush, with Service experience almost as varied as Bond’s. That's a pretty interesting resume if it compares to Commander Bond's. An HS 125 is a pretty standard bizjet. It's a two-engined plane originally designed and produced by de Haviland in the 60s. It's been through several companies and many revisions, including for some as a maritime recon aircraft that served in several country's navies.  The group gathers in a conference room with snacks, but Bond only needs to talk to Crispin. I'm not going to do the Henry V reference, even if it is an amazing speech. quote:‘Help yourselves,’ Bond said as he looked around at the team. ‘I think I’ll go and wash my hands.’ He jerked his head at Crispin, who nodded and followed him from the room out into the airport car park. They spoke in lowered voices. ‘They briefed you?’ Bond asked. ‘Only the basics. Said you’d put the flesh on it.’ ‘Right. You and one of the other chaps take a rented Saab–the one with the two girls in it, over there–and go straight up to the Klinik Mozart. You’ve got the route?’ Thrush nodded. ‘Yes, they gave us that. And I was told something almost unbelievable...’ ‘Steve?’ He nodded again. ‘Well, it’s true. You’ll find him there, sleeping off some dope the clinic’s Director, Doktor Kirchtum, gave him. You’ll find Kirchtum a godsend. Quinn and a couple of heavies have been holding him there.’ He went on to explain that there was some cleaning up to be done, and Quinn was to be made ready to take a telephone call from the K.G.B. man watching the road for the Bentley. ‘When he makes his radio report, listen to him and watch him, Crispin. He’s a rogue agent, and I’ve no need to tell you how dangerous that can be. He knows all the tricks and I’ve only got his co-operation because of threats against his wife...’ Bond briefs Crispin and we get confirmation that Quinn's wife was picked up. They probably told her it was for her own safety. Well, it involves her safety, but not in a good way. quote:"Tickets. With the Resident’s compliments.’ Crispin reached into his jacket and pulled out a heavy, long envelope. Bond slid it unopened into his breast pocket, as they began walking slowly back to the conference room. They stayed there for less than fifteen minutes, drinking coffee and improvising a business meeting concerning an export deal in chocolate. Eventually Bond rose. ‘Right, ladies and gentlemen. See you outside, then.’ He had already arranged that Sukie and Nannie would not even see the team that had flown in. He used some charm to get a man to remove their luggage from the Saab, and now he briskly ushered them into the airport building, where the manager was waiting for them. He joined them a few minutes later, having passed on the Saab keys to Crispin, and wished the new team good luck. ‘M’s going to boil you in oil if this goes wrong,’ Crispin said with a grin. Bond cocked an eyebrow, sensing the small comma of hair had fallen over his right temple. ‘If there’s anything left of me to boil.’ As he said it, Bond had a strange premonition of an unsuspected impending disaster. The voice of experience right there at the end. quote:‘So, for the umpteenth time, where are we going, James?’ Sukie asked as she raised her glass. ‘And what’s more to the point, why?’ said Nannie, sipping her mineral water. ‘The where is Florida. Miami first, and then on south. The why’s more difficult.’ ‘Try us,’ Nannie said with a smile, peering over the top of her granny glasses. ‘Oh, we’ve had a rotten apple in the barrel. Someone I trusted. He set me up, so now I’ve set him up, arranged a small diversion so that his people think we’re all on the way to Paris. In fact, as you can see, we’re travelling in some style to Zurich. From there we go by courtesy of Pan American Airlines to Miami. First class, of course, but I suggest we separate once we reach Zurich. So here are your tickets, ladies.’ The tagalongs get a partial briefing on the next leg of their quest. quote:He opened the envelope given him by Crispin and handed over the long blue and white folders containing the Zurich-Miami flight reservations made out in their real names, the Principessa Sukie Tempesta and Miss Nannette Norrich. He held back the Providence and Boston Airlines tickets that would get them from Miami to Key West. For some reason he sensed it was better not to let them know the final destination until the last minute. He also glanced at his own ticket to check it was in the name of Mr J. Boldman, the alias used on his B passport, in which he was described as a company director. Everything appeared to be in order. And they're off! quote:Get a Skycap to take you there,’ Bond advised them. ‘The place is vast and you can easily get lost. And beware of legal panhandlers–Hare Krishna, nuns, whatever, they’re...’ ‘Thick on the ground,’ finished Nannie. ‘We know, James, we’ve been to Miami before.’ ‘Sorry. Right, we’re set then. If either of you have second thoughts...’ ‘We’ve been over that as well. We’re going to see it through,’ said Nannie firmly. ‘To the bitter end, James.’ Sukie leaned forward and covered his hand with her own. Bond nodded. A reminder that these two aren't NPCs. quote:On the 747, Sukie and Nannie were seated right up in the front, while Bond occupied a window seat some way behind on the starboard side. Neither gave him a second look. He admired the way Sukie had so quickly picked up field technique; Nannie he almost took for granted, for she had already shown how good she could be. The food was reasonable, the flight boring, the movie violent and cut to ribbons. It was hot and crowded when they landed at Miami International, soon after eight in the evening. Sukie and Nannie were already at the Delta desk when he reached it. We'd have gotten a better description of First Class on a 747 from Fleming, complete with food and beverage details. This image probably postdates this book by a wide margin, but the 747 had room.  quote:He handed them the tickets for the final flight. ‘Key West?’ queried Nannie. ‘The Last Resort, they call it,’ said Sukie, laughing. ‘Great. I’ve been there.’ ‘Well, I want to arrive...’ The ping-pong of an announcement signal interrupted him. My compliments to the not-so-good doctor. Absolute chaos has to be breaking out among MI6 operatives in Europe. mllaneza fucked around with this message at 07:54 on Feb 27, 2023 |
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Thank you so very much for picking up the baton.
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Timmy Age 6 posted:Thank you so very much for picking up the baton.  Can't remember a drat thing about the plot, but I'm pretty sure I was forgetting what there was of it between the previous updates too...
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I think we have at least reconfirmed that business jets are extremely cool 
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This whole book has been better than I expected by a wide margin
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poisonpill posted:This whole book has been better than I expected by a wide margin It is, there's some Good Stuff coming up shortly.
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Chapter 14: Frost-free Cityquote:The aircraft was very quiet in flight. Only a low rumbling whine from the jets was audible. Bond, who had managed no more than a quick look before boarding, thought it was probably an Aerospatiale Corvette, with its distinctive long nose. The interior was decorated in blue and gold, with six swivel armchairs and a long central table. Outside there was darkness, with only the occasional pin of light flashing in the distance. Bond guessed they were now high over the Everglades, or turning to make the run in to Key West across the sea. The initial shock of finding himself flanked by Quinn and Kirchtum had passed very quickly. One learned to react instantly in his job. In this situation he had no option but to go along with Quinn’s instructions: it was his only chance of survival. There had been a moment’s hesitation when he first felt the gun pressing into his ribs. Then he obeyed, walking calmly between the two big men who kept close beside him, as though making a discreet arrest. Now he was really on his own. The Aérospatiale Corvette was a pretty normal twin-engined biz jet.  I couldn't find one of that fancy interior. The Everglades of course, are the southern part of Florida and a massive area of wetlands, aka swamp.   You'll also see Key West peeking out in the lower left corner of the map. If you can picture a solid red line arcing over the map, it's going to end up in Key West. quote:The other two had their tickets to Key West, but he had told them to wait for him. They also had all the luggage, and his case contained the weapons–Nannie’s two little automatics, the ASP, and the baton. A long black limousine with tinted windows stood parked directly outside the exit. Kirchtum moved forward a pace to open the rear door, bent his heavy body and entered first. ‘In!’ Quinn prodded Bond with the gun, almost pushing him into the leather-scented interior and quickly following him so that he was sandwiched between the two men. The motor was started before the door slammed shut, and the vehicle pulled smoothly away from the kerb. Quinn had the gun out now–a small Makarov, Russian made and based on the German Walther PP series design. Bond recognised it immediately, even in the dim glow thrown into the car from the airport lights. By the same light he could see the driver’s head, like a large, elongated coconut, topped with a peaked cap. Nobody spoke, and no orders were given. The limousine purred on to a slip-road which, Bond guessed, led to the airport perimeter tracks. This is all very well set up, as we'll see, Bond was always intended to go down this funnel to his doom. quote:‘Not a word, James,’ Quinn whispered, ‘on your life, and on May’s and Moneypenny’s as well.’ They were approaching large gates set into a high chain-link fence. The car stopped at a security shed and Bond heard the electronic whine as the driver’s window was lowered. A guard approached. The driver offered him a clutch of identity cards and the guard muttered something. The nearside rear window slid down and the guard peered in, looking at the cards in his hand and then glancing in at Quinn, Bond and Kirchtum. ‘Okay,’ he said at last in a gravel drawl. ‘Through the gate and wait for the guide truck.’ Their paperwork and fake ID game is on point. quote:They made for an aircraft that stood apart from the rest near a cluster of buildings on the far side of the field, pulling up so close that Bond thought for a moment they might touch the wing. For large men, Quinn and Kirchtum moved fast. Like a well-drilled team, Kirchtum left the car almost before it had come to a standstill, while Quinn edged Bond towards the door, so that he was constantly covered from both sides. Once in the open, Kirchtum kept a steel grip on his arm until Quinn was out. Using an arm-lock, they forced him up the steps and into the aeroplane. Bond is pinned by the two lives at risk. quote:‘I don’t think you need bother yourself about them,’ said Quinn, smiling happily. ‘We sent them a message that you would not be leaving tonight. They think you’re joining them at the Airport Hilton. I expect they’re waiting there for you now. If they do get suspicious, I’m afraid they won’t be able to do much about it. You have a date around lunchtime tomorrow with what the good old French revolutionaries called Madame La Guillotine. I shall not be there to witness it. As I told you, we have orders only to hand you over to SPECTRE. We take the money and see to the release of May and Moneypenny–you can trust me over that. They will be returned unopened. Even though it would have been useful to interrogate Moneypenny.’ quote:‘And where is all this going to take place?’ Bond asked, his voice betraying no concern about his appointment with the guillotine. ‘Oh, quite near Key West. A few miles off shore. Outside the reef. Unfortunately our timing isn’t brilliant–we’ll have to hole up with you until dawn. The channel through the reef is not the easiest to navigate, and we don’t want to end up on a sandbar. But we’ll manage. I promised my superiors I would hand you over and I like to keep my promises.’ ‘Especially to the kind of masters you serve,’ Bond replied. ‘Failure isn’t exactly appreciated in the Russian service. At best you’d be demoted, or end up running exercises for trainees; at worst it would be one of those nice hospitals where they inject you with Aminazin–such a pleasant drug. Turns you into a living vegetable. I reckon that’s exactly how you’ll end up.’ He turned to Kirchtum. ‘You too, Herr Doktor. How did they put the arm on you?’ The doctor shrugged. ‘The Klinik Mozart is my whole life, Mr Bond. My entire life. Some years ago we had–how do I put it? A financial embarrassment...’ ‘You were broke,’ Bond said placidly. Oh Madame Guillotine... Anyway. The good Doktor was compromised in the classic way, money. More security clearances have been denied for financial struggles than moral or ethical problems (both defined by the agency in question, not the applicant). quote:‘But you were also clever. You gave Mr Quinn some harmless injection...’ ‘Saline.’ ‘And then you must have followed me.’ ‘We were on your track very quickly,’ Quinn said flatly as he glanced towards the window. Outside there was still darkness. ‘But you changed my plans. My people in Paris were supposed to deal with you. It took some very fast and fancy choreography to arrange this, James. But we managed.’ ‘You did indeed.’ That's got Bond properly dialed in. That quality of character is a big part of why the franchise endures, without it, he wouldn't hold up as a character. He has very obvious character flaws, he's a killer by profession, but he's hardwired to be a good guy when the chips are down. quote:I have an insurance. Just as you had with me, because of Tabitha. I really do believe you will do as you’re told to secure the release of May and Moneypenny. It’s the one chink in your armour, James. Always has been. Yes, you’re a cold fish; ruthless. But you’re also an old-fashioned English gentleman at heart. You’d give your life to save a defenceless woman and this time we’re talking of two women–your own ageing housekeeper and your Chief’s Personal Assistant, who has been hopelessly devoted to you for years. People you care for most in the world. Of course you’ll give your life for them. Unhappily, it’s in your nature. Unhappily, did I say? I really meant happily–for us, happily.’ Bond swallowed. Deep down inside he knew that Steve Quinn had played the trump card. He was right. 007 would go to his own death to save the lives of people like May and Moneypenny. Uh... buddy, MI6 has Tabitha in custody by now. You know this. You've done this. quote:‘There’s another reason why you won’t make a fuss.’ It was hard to detect Quinn’s smile under that bushy beard, and it did not show in his eyes. ‘Show him, Herr Doktor.’ Kirchtum lifted a small case which lay in the magazine rack between the seats. From it he drew out what looked like a child’s space gun made of clear plastic. ‘This is an injection pistol,’ Kirchtum explained. ‘Before we land I shall fill it. Look, you can see the action.’ I'll go 80/20 on this being a bluff or an actual drug they could have used. I like the reference to the KGB owing SPECTRE a favor or two. This sort of power trade between agencies keeps the setting vibrant and alive. quote:‘Interesting place, Key West,’ mused Quinn. ‘Hemingway once called it the poor man’s St Tropez. Tennessee Williams lived here too. President Truman established a little White House near what used to be the Naval Base and John F. Kennedy brought the British P.M., Harold Macmillan, to visit it. Cuban boat people landed here, but long before that it was a pirates’ and wreckers’ paradise. I’m told it’s still a smugglers’ heaven, and the U.S. Coastguard operates a tight schedule out of here.’ They swept in over the threshold and touched down with hardly a bump. ‘There’s history in this airport as well,’ Quinn continued. ‘First regular U.S. mail flight started from here; and Key West is both the beginning and end of Highway Route One.’ Very pretty, I just wouldn't want to be there. quote:The car went silent, the driver sullen. Bond watched the signs–South Roosevelt Boulevard, a restaurant alive with people eating, nkey west Martha’s. There were wooden, clapboard houses, white with fretted gingerbread decorations along the porches and verandas; lights flashing–Motel; No vacancy. Lush tropical foliage lined the road, with the ocean on their right. They appeared to be following a long bend taking them away from the Atlantic. Searstown today, busier, but the same basic principle as when the book happens:  Martha's is a restaurant that didn't mess around,  They've changed their marketing some, but they still exist. Bond has some very top-tier restaurants he favors, he may have missed out on a low-brow, high quality experience.  Lastly on this section, I will say that the unexpected detail of their driver having a personality and characterization was unexpected, but... that's a guy who'd be on the short list for people you call if you're doing wet work in Southern Florida. Good job by Gardner. quote:The routine did not vary. They had Bond out, along the alley, through a door and up one flight of stairs in a few seconds. They had brought him to a bare room. In it were only two chairs and two beds, flimsy curtains and a noisy air-conditioning unit. The Harbor Lights is still in business, and highly rated.  quote:Everyone appeared to be concentrating on the navigation, and Bond began to think seriously about his predicament. They had spoken of an island outside the reef, and he wondered how long it would take them to reach it. He then concentrated on the handcuffs realising that there was little he could do to get out of them. Unexpectedly, Quinn came down into the cabin. ‘I’m going to gag you and cover you up.’ Then he spoke to Kirchtum and Bond just made out what he was saying. ‘There’s another fishing boat to starboard ... appears to be in some kind of trouble ... The captain says we should offer to help ... they could report us. I don’t want to raise suspicion.’ You really wouldn't want to. This state-level actors games, if you gently caress up you're toast. quote:He pushed a handkerchief into Bond’s mouth and tied another around it, so that, for a moment he thought he would suffocate. Then, after checking the shackles, Quinn threw a blanket over him. In the darkness, Bond listened. They were slowing, rolling a little, but definitely slowing. Looks like the ladies caught up to Bond after all. quote:‘Well, well, Master James, we do have to get you out of some scrapes, don’t we?’ She turned her head. ‘Sukie, it’s okay. He’s down here, trussed up and oven-ready by the look of it.’ Classic quote:‘I hope those idiots weren’t friends of yours,’ said Nannie. ‘I’m afraid we had to deal with them.’ I think it really fits that for all the incompetence we saw in the Ian Fleming novels that this happens. It's much less his fault than some things we've seen, the Doktor being bent isn't something he could have foreseen, and he did a very good job collaring Quinn, he couldn't have known it was a setup. But he still got pwned and rescued by the Bond Girls for this book. mllaneza fucked around with this message at 04:45 on Apr 17, 2023 |
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Chapter 15: The Price For A Lifequote:Bond felt an odd sense of shock that two relatively young women On the plus side, Bond is being surprisingly introspective about this. On the down side, two "mere" women just won a gunfight down 2 to 3 and outgunned to boot. quote:Another, almost identical powered fishing boat bearing the Bond takes a level on not being a completely misogynistic rear end in a top hat. quote:‘And so you shall,’ Nannie said waspishly, ‘but first we really The Uzi had better have been out of ammo. quote:Bond returned to the other boat to make the final preparations. Practical and a little ghoulish, Gardner really is dialing in on the whole James Bond thing. quote:The corpses caught alight first, the stern well sending up a I'm being sarcastic a bit, and critical where it deserves it, but this chapter is really working for me as a James Bond book. quote:Quick call – my little Hell, have MI6 run a background check and offer the woman a job, she's at least as competent as anyone we've seen on their payroll. mllaneza fucked around with this message at 04:46 on Apr 17, 2023 |
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Chapter 16: Going Down Tonightquote:es out. Four large red snapper had come their way, but nothing big – no sharks or swordfish. Target acquired. quote:‘I think we should head back to Garrison Bight now,’ he went on. ‘See if you can keep the boat for a couple of days longer. I’ll get myself a few bits and pieces I’m going to need. We could have a look around Key West – see and be seen. We’ll set out for Shark Island at about two in the morning. I won’t put you in danger, that I promise. You simply wait off shore and if I don’t return by a certain time, you get the hell out and come back tomorrow night.’ Plans made. Here's the harbour,  There's no actual Shark Island, but there is a Shark Key just offshore,  quote:The local police were at Garrison Bight when they returned, checking on the boat hired by Steve Quinn. There had been a report from another power boat which had seen a plume of smoke, and from a naval helicopter that had spotted wreckage. They had seen it themselves an hour or so after Quinn’s boat had exploded and had even waved to it, knowing they were well away from Quinn’s vessel. The Pier House,  Yelp reviews have it at a whopping 3.5 stars today. I can certainly understand Bond wanting a weapon. Both from a professional perspective and because he's been a captive for a couple of days, only recently receiving an unexpected reprieve. That'd leave anyone wanting some way to assert their agency on an uncaring world. quote:To Bond, the place was an odd mixture of tourist resort garishness and pockets of great beauty, with areas of luxury which spelled money. It was hot, palm trees shimmered and moved in the light breeze, and they passed numerous clapboard gingerbread houses, which were bright and well painted, their yards and gardens filled with the colour of subtropical flowers. Yet well-kept houses could be adjacent to rubbish tips. The sidewalks were in fine order in one street, in the next cracked, broken or almost non-existent. The Conch Train still runs and is 100% purestrain tourist attraction.  Fast Buck Freddie's Department Store is one of those bits of classic Americana that crops up from time to time. Those window displays are amazing.   The hotel, department store, and bar are all related by a semi-notorious real estate developer. Also a classic bit of Americana. The restaurant sits at 4 stars, and I reflect on my San Francisco-dwelling privilege where a 4-star restaurant is doomed. Any restaurant with two veal dishes on their menu probably should be. quote:He came out of the boutique and made his way back to the place he had spotted from the car. It had a walk-in front with a dummy clad in Scuba gear out on the sidewalk. The sign read ‘Reef Plunderers’ Diving Emporium’. A bearded salesman tried to sell him a three and a half hour snorkelling trip on a dive boat predictably called Reef Plunderer II, but Bond said he was not interested. The place that Bond spotted was, naturally, a dive shop which clues the reader in to his plan of attack. At first glance his playing the heavy with the unfortunate retail worker comes off as a bit too strong. But when you think about it, this is the last stop before you get to SPECTRE HQ. They're a competent organization, so you'd expect them to have made deals with locals who are in a position to spot suspicious interlopers to alert them in exchange for some cash. "If someone sus comes in to buy dive gear, call this number and we'll give you some money" is really cheap insurance for an outfit like SPECTRE. Reef Plunderers’ Diving Emporium is the first location mentioned so far that has gone out of business. I suppose they don't get enough secret agents buying full outfits to make a long-term go of it. Bond will likely cut that trade off in the next few chapters. And we end on the chapter title.
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It's been a while and I hope everyone in this thread is still doing as well as possible. Assouline just released a photography book dedicated to some of the beautiful locations showcased in Bond films (and what it took to get the scenes shot), and it made me think of all of you.
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Cassius Belli posted:It's been a while and I hope everyone in this thread is still doing as well as possible. This would have been my Christmas gift for Chitoryu this year. Thanks for sharing 
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Sandwich Anarchist posted:This would have been my Christmas gift for Chitoryu this year. Thanks for sharing I was thinking it was almost made for him. The only better thing would have been a cookbook full of Bond's meals and the restaurants behind them, but all the attempts I've seen have been middling to pretty bad. Assouline knows how to deliver. Cassius Belli fucked around with this message at 20:10 on Oct 24, 2023 |
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