Tag Archives: James Bond
Dinner with Wills & Kate… at a price.
James “Quantum of Lame” Bond did in fact learn that I’m in town, thanks to my stupid sister Viva’s Twitterthumbs. But I really can’t complain darling: he needs a date for his dinner with Wills & Kate, and I’ve not … Continue reading
Stood Up — Thank God!
Darling, you’ve no idea how relieved I was when Lara “Empress Of The Universe” Croft had to cancel our coffee date at the last minute because (big surprise) she couldn’t find a sitter for her global collection of moppets. I’m … Continue reading
Debriefing On Spy Spa Retreat; or Why I Stopped Socializing With Colleagues
I really need to make friends outside of my Elite Special Agent / International Spy Circles. It’s far too small a world, and It’s becoming quite a bore, as a recent annual conclave at the Spy Spa Retreat proved. Why … Continue reading
James “Quantum of Lame” Bond
HOW WE MET: Freshman year, ITSOA (Int’l Top Secret Operative Academy). I kicked his ass in underwater sniper techniques. Let’s just say he was easily distracted. MOST ANNOYING HABIT: Talks in his sleep. DIRTY LITTLE SECRET: Fat farm when he … Continue reading