Breakfast, Rotherhithe
Dave pitched up early, and we got to
Rotherhithe early. To me that means try to get into where we need to
get into early, and get onto the next job early. Dave's diabetic. To
him early means an opportunity to sort out blood sugar level. That
meant a real old fashioned cafe.
The big breakfast was:
2 fried slice
sausage
bacon
egg
tomato
beans
liver (nice touch, liver, unfortunately
becoming a thing of the past, but this cafe was a thing of the past)
and ony one of:
mushrooms
bubble
chips
black pudding
hashbrowns
I had the chips.
£4.10 (£5.00 with a coffee).
Skyfall
No-LPL has a happy knack of dragging me
to see some fantastic films. Skyfall is very good. On the way back I
had a walk down James Bond memory lane.
Sean Connery: I saw all but the very
last one or two on the telly only, my Dad would've taken me to see
them at the pictures as I got older. One abiding memory is just how
badly done the tarantula crawling on the sleeping Bond's chest is.
Roger Moore: laughs, stunts, and no end
of single raised eyebrows. I went to the cinema to see these, because
they were small events, and great harmless fun.
Others: did one or two here and there.
I'll leave that to the anoraks or Google.
Pierce Brosnan: I stopped with him. You
might as well get Rupert the Bear or Charles Hawtree to play the
role. A step too far into unbelievable territory. Just cast Lala from
the Tellytubbies and have done with it. A mockery. The casting crew
unable to distinguish 'heartthrob' and 'hunk'.
Daniel Craig: doing a good job.
Believable as the veteran agent getting by on a mixture of nous,
swagger, and who he knows.
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