Plummeting to earth without a parachute, a metal toothed manic swooping towards our Hero. A mid-air fight for the chute ending in the villain falling into a circus tent. Then the gentle melody of silluetted naked bodys to Shirley Basseys Moonraker eclipses the action.
This is not an Alan Partridge inspired reselling of a Bond opening. These were my first memories of what would become one of the few things I hold as dear as the profession that brings you to this site. My first ever Bond. Roger Moore.
Sir Roger Moore passed today. This man was the ultimate gentleman. In the dictionary under the word gentlemen it should just say Sir Roger.
My first view of him has Bond at the age of 5-6 around the same time I found magic. I was sitting in my Dads lap watching this impossibly brilliant hero, I remember his cheeky smile, that eye brow, the swagger just the pure coolness. Years later I would attempt to channel James Bond when walking down the street, going to the shops, talking to girls I’m sure I wasn’t the only teenage boy to do this, but it was Roger I connected to the most!
Here is a man who is the world most incredible secret agent. (Even thou in the 70s strangely he wasn’t so secret ?)
But beyond Bond Sir Roger was an ambassador for UNICEF working on behalf of children everywhere.
Go onto YouTube now! Type in Sir Rogers name and you will endless streams of videos that I will garentee will make you laugh but will at the time showcase just what a lovely man the world is now missing. He just loved life.
My thoughts are with Sir Roger Moore’s family during this hard time. R.I.P
I for one will be having a Martini tonight.
Nobody does it better