Came back from doing some bits this morning to find Live and Let Die on the TV. As is always traditional with James Bond, one must always ask - providing one had never asked before - who the best Bond is. A certain amount of leeway is allowed of course, but anybody who replies Roger Moore without a moments hesitation needs a good head examination.

The correct answer is of course, as follows:
Daniel Craig
Sean Connery
George Lazenby
Pierce Brosnan
Roger Moore
Timothy Dalton

There are no additional points awarded for trying to be clever and adding Peter Sellers, David Niven, Woody Allen or any other freakzoid franchise spinoffs, so don't go there.

Anyway, Eleanor says to me in a thoroughly offhand manner, "Did I ever tell you about the time my Dad went round to his house (Lazenby) and he answered the door in his dressing gown?"

Now, there isn't actually any more to the story than this at the moment - but I think that's quite neat. In fact, the story would be best of all if that was it.. he just went round to his house and knocked on his door for no reason at all. (I even managed to not retort with the expected "what was a tiger doing in your pyjamas" line - must be getting old!).

So - with extremely literary and important conversation of the day over, time for some more work. I have Charlotte busy chewing her bottom lip off over what to make of our new Christmas graphic short We Three Kings. The original movie script of Too Hot For Dogs has been re-opened and is, on this very day, being checked over and amended for submission to the BBC (more on that later), there's a poetry competition on the horizon with a pocket friendly swag of £5000 up for grabs and I also see that Big Village are looking for a new stage script to take to the Fringe in 2010, so it's time to get the gears in motion.

Beats the hell out of watching this joker think he's any good as 007.