Bond, James Bond
So we're coming up on the 50th anniversary of Casino Royale.
I love James Bond but they often refer to the part of the book where Bond orders his first martini.
"A dry martini," he said. "One. In a deep champagne goblet.""Oui, monsieur.""Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon-peel. Got it?"
That's the part, and I'll have to look it up, but I remember after this that Fleming wrote something along the lines of the bartender being pleased that Bond knew exactly how he wanted his drink made. Has this bartender ever existed? I don't know a single bartender that would think this. All Bond would be is a dick yuppie who's probably not even going to tip.
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posted by The Head @ 5:32 PM
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That almost made me take my blog down Jude. I hate those two. Although it might be the kind of hate that groups of tough guys have for each other even though they're pretty much the same and they only hate each other because they managed to meet and become friends with these assholes before they met those assholes.
I guess a better analogy would be sports fans. Like your average Pittsburgh Steeler fan is basically indistinguishable from your average Cleveland Browns fan but they hate each other because they were born in different places.
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