Middle aged fat bloke? Hardly. Maybe she was following you...
So - you think I should keep my "Notting Hill" dream alive then? Open a travel bookshop somewhere here, start brushing up on phrases like "whoopsy-daisy" and "shitty-tee-prickety" and grow me some floppy hair? Well - the hair bit might be barely possible... ;)
A delightful little urban adventure, and well presented.
Oh yeah - it is easy to love London for moments like this.
Wow! The extreme Bond fan in me would have approached her and said she helped to make it a better Bond film than it otherwise might have been. Nice write-up!
I knew you'd be interested :) And I agree wholeheartedly. A detail for you that I forgot to include in the typecast: at the time I was wearing my Seiko SKX007 (which is the poor man's Rolex) on a NATO strap matching in colour the one Sean Connery used in "Goldfinger" though with nickel buckles - not fully identical (again - poor man's solution ;) ) so there was another "connection" (gold-oil) :)
Nicely done. Man, this kind of stuff doesn't happen in Australia. Closest I ever came was Ivana Milicevic (Le Chiffre's girlfriend in "Casino Royale") coming into my store and being served by one of my colleagues. Which was just as well, I suppose. And it was a few years before she died that I learned that Lois Maxwell, Miss Moneypenny herself, was living in Perth, Australia. So that's my thin link to Bond Girls...so far.
Summer at last!