Ah you gotta love James Bond. Especially when its eye-candy Daniel Criag, whipping his manshirt off every 20 minutes on the pretext of a muscle-renewing swim, a strip shave or a quick review of his many scars…
Went with Hawksey (clearly a close contender for the next 008 – does he read my blogs?), Liz T and Woodsie. Now sitting replete with excessive popcorn and a fine Mr H cottage pie, booking hotels in Chile and Uruguay, with a snoring dog at our feet.
Happy Sunday eve peeps…. Sx