I too drive an Aston, wear Floris 89, carry the QoS case, carry my perfectly creased bank notes in the QoS money clip, sport the Tom Ford Sunglasses and wear the ties from Magnoli amongst a whole host of other things. Bond is a part of my every day life and I love it. I'm a 30 something year old man so to admit I want to look and act like Bond would be daft so all my purchases are done covertly to avoid ridicule which is strange really as people always comment on something I have which is Bond like without even knowing that it is from Bond. What I like about it is that I dont think I'm Bond, but love it when PEOPLE think I'm Bond.
Saab 9000 Aero, Seiko Black Monster watch. Maybe I can qualify for a Gardner Bond lifestyle achievement award.
In all seriousness... living like Bond means you wear a short-sleeved shirt under your suit - with sandals (only in the Tropics of course). You mistrust men who have nice big symmetrical tie-knots, and you don't care for beef, although you'll make an exception for Kobe beef from cows that are fed beer and have had whiskey spat upon, and rubbed into, their hides. You envy the front-wheel-drive of your opponent's car for its handling over gravel. After being starved of real food for a few weeks, you only crave a plate of spaghetti with garlic and a bottle of the rawest Chianti - bulk for the stomach and raw sensation for the palette. If you're in a warm climate, you crank the thermostat down to cold but open the window for air. If you're in a warm climate, you crank the thermostat up for heat but open the window for air. Your morning shower alternates between freezing cold spray and scalding hot blasts. Silly secretaries are undesirable, but ugly ones are worse. When you're at home, you eat and drink only for sustenance - eggs and toast. Only when you're abroad do you make dining a pleasurable experience. You reckon all your cash reserves in Old Francs and your expenditures in New Francs because it makes you feel so very rich. Lesbians are lesbians because men abused them in the past and if you'll treat them like a gentleman you will cure them. Koreans are a subhuman species and are not to be trusted. George is the name of your chauffeur, the automatic pilot that takes over and drives for you when you're thinking of other things. You drive a twenty-five-plus year old car that was a salvageable wreck which you've brought back to life; in lieu of a hood ornament, you've fixed a hexagonal bolt to the hood, and turned the four-passenger car into a rather selfish two-seater that goes like a bird and a bomb and you love, if it were possible, more than all the past and present women in your life rolled together. You tell others that if you were ever to marry, it would be with a stewardess or a Japanese, because both seem to have the right idea about how to treat men. You don't honestly mean this (you have no intention of marrying, and if you did, it certainly wouldn't be to some insipid slave); you're merely trying to shock the Governor into some human topic. Too-comfortable cushions are damnably cloying; you'd rather be stolidly seated in a firm upright chair. You could listen to your Chief's stories about the royal navy for hours on end. The life of an unnamed Mexican hit man is worth the value of all the money and gems in Mexico. You sleep with a revolver with a sawn barrel under your pillow.
What'd I miss? I'm still working on most of these.
Greek yogurt, Omega 3, La Mer hand cream, La prairie caviar face cream, Centrum Protegra, white shirt, black suit, gloves, scarf, iPod, TF Vanille Tobacco and a great aged steak at night with a Talisker 18.
If you can have all that, there is no need to earn 485 000 000$ like in the movie I just came back from, Inside Job.
If you can't trust a Swiss banker, what's the world come to?
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Now you talkin Dave, mixed Grill yummy
It is a 8min Steak, 4 mins each side, just salt and black pepper, rumblin in my tumblin
probably smells like it when it comes out the other end n all
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this is how i smell on a daily basis...
Vive le droit à la libre expression! Je suis Charlie!
www.helpforheroes.org.uk
www.cancerresearchuk.org
TIS - "The moment you think you got it figured - you're wrong"
Formerly known as Teppo
In all seriousness... living like Bond means you wear a short-sleeved shirt under your suit - with sandals (only in the Tropics of course). You mistrust men who have nice big symmetrical tie-knots, and you don't care for beef, although you'll make an exception for Kobe beef from cows that are fed beer and have had whiskey spat upon, and rubbed into, their hides. You envy the front-wheel-drive of your opponent's car for its handling over gravel. After being starved of real food for a few weeks, you only crave a plate of spaghetti with garlic and a bottle of the rawest Chianti - bulk for the stomach and raw sensation for the palette. If you're in a warm climate, you crank the thermostat down to cold but open the window for air. If you're in a warm climate, you crank the thermostat up for heat but open the window for air. Your morning shower alternates between freezing cold spray and scalding hot blasts. Silly secretaries are undesirable, but ugly ones are worse. When you're at home, you eat and drink only for sustenance - eggs and toast. Only when you're abroad do you make dining a pleasurable experience. You reckon all your cash reserves in Old Francs and your expenditures in New Francs because it makes you feel so very rich. Lesbians are lesbians because men abused them in the past and if you'll treat them like a gentleman you will cure them. Koreans are a subhuman species and are not to be trusted. George is the name of your chauffeur, the automatic pilot that takes over and drives for you when you're thinking of other things. You drive a twenty-five-plus year old car that was a salvageable wreck which you've brought back to life; in lieu of a hood ornament, you've fixed a hexagonal bolt to the hood, and turned the four-passenger car into a rather selfish two-seater that goes like a bird and a bomb and you love, if it were possible, more than all the past and present women in your life rolled together. You tell others that if you were ever to marry, it would be with a stewardess or a Japanese, because both seem to have the right idea about how to treat men. You don't honestly mean this (you have no intention of marrying, and if you did, it certainly wouldn't be to some insipid slave); you're merely trying to shock the Governor into some human topic. Too-comfortable cushions are damnably cloying; you'd rather be stolidly seated in a firm upright chair. You could listen to your Chief's stories about the royal navy for hours on end. The life of an unnamed Mexican hit man is worth the value of all the money and gems in Mexico. You sleep with a revolver with a sawn barrel under your pillow.
What'd I miss? I'm still working on most of these.
If I treat a lesbian like a gentleman, wouldn’t I just be reinforcing her lifestyle choice?
Good work by the way -{
If you can have all that, there is no need to earn 485 000 000$ like in the movie I just came back from, Inside Job.
You, of course, must be the gentleman :007)