Blood boils at bland Bond

 
I've been a James Bond fan for more than 60 years. Until now!
As a 20-year-old, I had every first edition of the Bond books and was the proud possessor of a signed letter from the author, Ian Fleming, written on special Goldeneye notepaper.

Alas, a lifetime of carelessness means I have lost the books and the letter. Idiot? Not 'arf! How much would that little lot be worth today?
SIMPLY THE BEST: nobody comes close to the late Sean Connery.
When I learned back in the early 60s that Fleming's masterpieces were to be brought to the big screen, I was chuffed to bits. And, on seeing Sean Connery in Dr No, I exclaimed to my brother: "Yep, he's Bond."

For me, From Russia with Love and Goldfinger are classic films. Both are true to Fleming's original books, albeit many younger fans may not know they even exist. But it's important to read them if you want to discover the real JB – a 60 fags a day man who enjoys the special Balkan and Turkish mixture with three...