Another Bond, James Bond story
This story my ex wife told me back in the days when we were both happily in love and before she turned into a deranged harpy.

Ex wife worked (and probably still does, I have no idea) in a book shop in london frequented by lots of famous people.

Most of them are nice and normal and don't make wankers of themselves.

A certain crap ex James Bond however seemed to enjoy being noticed.

He wandered about the whole of the shop making sure everyone noticed him, and just in case they didn't he had the habit of shouting 'Hello, Pierce here' when his phone rang.

Ex wifey wasn't that impressed but let him carry on drawing attention to himself.

Eventually his partner had decided on the books they wanted and they wandered over to her counter, Pierce is busy grinning and winking in the hope someone will approach him and tell him he was a better Bond than Timothy Dalton. Ex wife didn't bite.

He got out his platinum forged credit card with a flourish and beamed an almighty grin at ex wife who without batting an eyelid, asked him if he had any other identification.

I am still secretly proud of her for doing that.
(bluetuba has a special friend in Blue Label Smirnoff, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 20:23, 1 reply)

"Hey, it"s that guy from Lawnmower man!"
"Falling, flying and fucking, wasn't it?"

or
"Hey, you sound exactly like that psychotic computer in the Simpsons... so do you look at Marge porn in real life too then?"
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Fri 9 Oct 2009, 14:14, closed)