Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Ah, Mister Bond - I've been expecting you...

Yes, possibly the worst thing a spy could hear - you've just spent half an hour underwater breathing through a snorkel disguised as a duck, crept past the Korean (Don't ask me - maybe Oriental stooges are a status symbol amongst Megalomaniacs) guards, shot one or two baddies with your darty-pen (Still looking on E-bay - no luck as yet...) and booted the (wrong) cat, firing your piton-gun into the forehead of the (also wrong) Blo-job (Or was it Odd-Feld?) only for the REAL baddie to simper those immortal, dreaded words...

Well, its a hard life being a spy - luckily the barman at the local swanky Hotel-de-Posh knows your favourite tipple... all of which has (hopefully) diverted your attention from the (painfully obvious) fact that 1; I use FAR too many brackets and 2; I haven't got anything to say.

Oh well, have some piccies of 007 and co. that I mucked around with...







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