Monday, November 5, 2012

Skyfalling to a Stop

Yesterday we went as a family to see the latest Bond movie, Skyfall. I don't want to give any spoilers so I'll just say it was far superior to the last Bond movie which had kind of lost the plot. Well I lost the plot of it anyhow and I couldn't be bothered to revisit it either as I have done most of the Bond movies over the years.

So anyway, after all the trauma and excitement of a big Bond climax I had to go where all ladies have to go after two hours and twenty minutes with Mr Bond - the lavatory. So I rushed off to the Ladies, pulled open the big red entrance door with a queue of ladies behind me and started tugging at the next door that comes into my vision. I tug... I pull... I try to wrench the door off it's hinges with a muscular Bond vice-like grip but the darn thing won't budge. Eventually, a voice chirps up behind me:

"That's the broom cupboard, Love. The toilets are straight ahead of you."

Well how was I to know? You see that's what Mr Bond does to me. Stops me thinking straight.


  1. Are you sure it's Mr Bond who stops you thinking straight, or is it related to you needing a magnifying glass to read food packets?
    As far as I remember, after a few minutes with James Bond, most women end up dead, so to escape with a trip to the lav is a bit of a result really!

  2. Hmm... I hadn't thought of it that way, Martin. I suppose at my age I was lucky to have made it through the explosions without having a coronary!


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