So, we meet again Mr Bond.

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Dear God. It started out as a joke between chrismiss and I when we were talking about who should be the next Bond- we think James Purefoy would be perfect post-Pierce to fill in for a few until Orlando Bloom can get old and worldly wise enough.

Anyway, it then stretched into a 'let's make up a Bond film of our own'.

Now it's an actual script being written complete with Bond, M, a Bond girl called Jimi Delaney, and bad guys called Rory Sullivan and Frank O'Shea.

Not to mention a man made island off the coast of California to be used as an rare fish aquarium/hotel/casino which is a cover for a bomb making project which uses marine life to transport and detonate the bombs without detection. This is where the Semtex Piranha, Nuclear Whale and Barracuda missiles come in.

*dead*

And now I'm waiting until Domestic Services is open here at my residence so I can ask about moving out procedures.

*toddles off to watch Dr No for research*

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He was in Gosford Park, dunno if you saw that, and 'indie hit' Croupier. Apparently he's supposed to be 'dishy', but I really don't see it. My opinion of him now dangles precariously on the back of King Arthur. Even if I like it, he's still not BOND!