I’d like to take a small detour in the proceedings to wish my new favourite hobby a Bondelightful Belated 39th Birthday. The year is yours, my good man. After all, it is the year ‘007. The year of Bond. James Bond. Witness above the marvellous time-wasters I created to celebrate! I dug into my scrapbooking goodie bag and Voila! Crazed BondBuddy Annette and I toasted this lovely man with a fine Woodbridge Pinot Grigio in our favourite lounge last night. We wore these badges proudly and clinked our goblets gleefully while courageously fending off taunts of “who?” The unwashed masses... may they be educated. I would have wished Mr. Craig many happy returns on his actual birthday, but, in the words of Bob Cratchit, “I was making rather merry yesterday.”
Indeed. I am happy to report, however, that I have successfully managed to keep at least one of my New Year’s resolutions: to see Casino Royale more. Yes, I have done that.
I have GOT to clean out my coat pockets!
Of course, they don’t all say Casino Royale on them! Oh, all right. They do. I admit it. I do have a place to keep them though. My fiendish Bond Companion has been enticing me into regular viewings with the promise of big-screen delights and this Casino Royale Survival Kit, complete with Sauvignon Movie-Pop, Fruit Roll-Ups, a martini shaker, a customized 007 journal, and a million dollars worth of poker chips. I actually do not play poker, though I should know the rules by now having seen approximately eight hundred hours of poker in this film.
I foresee several pages of the new journal being filled with... I don’t know what yet, but certainly something Bondesque.
I have two episodes of The Wine and the Are to watch this afternoon, and then I’ll be able to live up to my second resolution: blog more about the Wine and the Are.