Showing posts with label clementines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clementines. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

I'll never be James Bond

Shredded wheats and clementines.
It turns out you can't join MI5 if you haven't lived in the UK for nine out of the past ten years. Foiled! Perhaps the CIA would have me instead. I expect, though, that being a dual national rather rules me out of any sort of espionage (to say nothing of the fact that "blogging" about it -- I still need to put this word in quotes to minimise its obnoxiousness -- quite definitely constitutes a major infringement of the "tell only your loved ones" guidelines).

Ho hum. Almost certainly just as well. Everything that fiction ("literary," cinematic and televisual) tells me indicates that things always go rather shaped like a pear for lady spies.

Monday, 16 January 2012

All My Favourites

Shredded wheats and clementines.
The only person missing from this is Alan Rickman; but perhaps that would be too much actorly magic.  Am very much looking forward to seeing this in approximately one year when it finally makes it to the Portree cinema. The rest of you may see it in February I believe.