A recent British survey has unearthed a dour but somehow unsurprising statistic: nearly a third of the women who have slept with James Bond have died shortly afterwards.
Usually within 90 minutes.
It’s unnerving news for any man, but it gives the whole Bond oeuvre (yes, we said it) a new tone. If we were in his brogues, we’d be a bit more nervous about the eventual fate of the latest comely recruit. Of course, this does put the volume of martini consumption in perspective.
The spy business is starting to seem downright unsafe.