TEMPTED BY MR. WRONG
by Jacquie Biggar [Read more…]
He is THE coolest—and yes, has always been the most interesting man in the world since long before the marketers for the current ad campaign were even born.
Sir Roger Moore breathed life into the fictional character for a dozen years and starred in one of the most classic movies in the franchise, Live And Let Die. Portraying the ultimate in British reserve, flawlessly handsome and perfect in his part, Moore played in seven Bond movies from 1973 to 1985. On the Official James Bond 007 website other Bond actors paid tribute to his career.
Moore was the James Bond I fell in love with, the one who introduced me to the mystique, and the one who got me hooked for life. To say I’m a fan of the Bond series doesn’t say enough.
The understated manner of the over-the-top exploits speak to me more than Luke Skywalker or Indiana Jones or Captain Kirk ever did. Bond lived in this world and in this time and he saved the world with no hesitation and no qualms and with the most heart-melting élan of any of the legendary cinematic heroes. And nobody did it better (as Carly Simon would say) than Roger Moore.
Favorite line from Man with the Golden Gun: “Miss Anders! I didn’t recognize you with yourclothes on.”
Favorite line from Live And Let Die: Solitaire:Is there time before we go, for lesson number three?Bond:Absolutely. There’s no sense in going off half-cocked.
Moore delivered the irreverent lines with the deserving dry wit and without faltering. Ever.
Now, deceased after nearly ninety years, Roger Moore can rely on the everlasting James Bond to give life to his memory for many years to come. There will be another James Bond movie, starring Daniel Craig, but no release date has been scheduled. I’ll be there.
For some cool James Bond-like characters running perilous missions of their own, read my Beachcomber Investigations series books.
If you ask Myren, my chauffeur (and believe me, I would NOT), then of course it’s too late, what are you crazy? You’ve already missed a month!
But I’m a fan of better-late-than-never, having been a late bloomer all my life. In fact I’m still blooming. And that’s not easy to do for a woman in the Baby Boomer age range. (If you’re one of those
infamous millennials, children of the Baby Boomers, then wait, this will eventually apply to you.)
In fact, my resolution has everything to do with keeping
well-preserved and flab & fat free fresh and lively. So here it is:
(I know it’s cheating, but my resolution is multi-parted)
So what’s with all these staying healthy resolutions you ask? What about the rest of life?
I know, I know. But I’m hoping if I start with staying healthy and alert, the rest will be easier to accomplish. (Note my earlier statement about the Baby-Boomer Age Range.)
As you might imagine, I got a slow start to the year (i.e. I waited a month to write about it) but I’m on a roll now. 5 days in a row. I mean mini-roll. Minuscule roll. Okay, forget the roll. I have a start.
the holidays. But I’ll let you be the judge. Here’s a picture of my Christmas tree. I wanted to post a video clip to show the lights twinkling–which I adore–but I’m technically challenged and couldn’t figure out how to get the video clip embedded (foreign techno-talk meaning cut & paste as far as I can tell).
I have decorations outside too, but Myren refused to let me take pictures of those–in the interest of security. (I know–he’s very pushy for a chauffeur, but we have this deal where he’s agreed to wear a Santa hat instead of his usual chauffeur cap until January 6th if I go easy on him. Of course, we’ve never defined exactly what that means…)
One of my favorite treats for the holidays is Egg Nog. Another favorite is peppermint & dark chocolate truffles. Another favorite is hot coco. And then there’s roasted chestnuts and this fabulously buttery recipe I have for… (Is this excessive? Am I eating too many treats?) I’m sure my doctor will mention it at my check up on Monday. I should know better than to schedule anything–good for me or not–that involves stepping on a scale at Christmas time. Guess I’ll have to suck it up and not eat any more treats until after my appointment. (Yes, I
I had my annual Christmas gathering of my local lady friends and we had a ball–did a Yankee swap. Everyone was too polite to swap around much. I was glad I didn’t end up with my own gift. Next time for my Yankee swap gift I’m buying chocolates. (Yes, chocolate is a recurring theme–you are not imagining it.)
Today I’m off to shop. Again. For more stuff. Mostly because I love the hustle-bustle of the holidays–and scooping up more decorations. And more chocolate treats. Myren just tooted the horn–it’s playing jingle bells and I’m running out the door to pretend we’re riding in a one-horse open sleigh.
See you when I get back! In the meantime, please share your favorite Christmas treats and if I get ten comments with shared treats, I’ll post the recipe for my extra buttery mystery treat!!
Merry Christmas and Jingle All the Way!
Every writer knows you need to hook a reader with the first few lines–the very first line if possible–if you want them to keep reading.
It’s the hardest EVER thing to do. At least for me. So THIS is a challenge! Here’s my BOOK HOOK for The Beachcombers:
So far Shana’s first undercover assignment held about as much promise as her first attempt to capture a rabid kangaroo on the loose.
She had not expected, after flying all the way from Sydney to London—Goddamn London—in a state of heart-stopping excitement about her brand new post, that she would be ordered that same day to leave and fly to Boston. Goddamn Boston. Then adding to her travel torture, she’d raced across Logan Airport to board a shuttle plane to fly her to the tiny island of Martha’s Vineyard. All for the purpose of ending up on another beach, with another surfboard, about to prance around in yet another bikini. Fifty-six excruciating hours and over two thousand witless miles later.
What do you think?
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