My word the tree house is looking scruffy these days. Must give Petra a call. Now Petra used to be Miss Poland in 1948 but really found her calling by starting a house cleaning business with a twist. Feather Duster Inc. is not your average cleaning company. Oh no peeps. She employs delightful damsels who dress to clients wishes while cleaning their apartments. And who said dog walking was sexy?
Petra has been part of the furniture for quiet sometime. She makes a wonderful vodka martini and has a head for heights. And in case you’re wandering she’s old enough to be my mother and dresses like a Republican, so while she puffs and dusts I‘m off to the cinema.
The new bond film is out, Quantum of Solace and is the second Bond film with the wonderful Daniel Craig. Now Quantum in Latin translates “How Much” and Solace in Her Majesty tongue means state of disappointment. That should have been a clue.
” How Much Disappointment”. Indeed, what a train wreck. I understand the shift of gears the Bond franchise has to take in today’s climate of high octane capers, but the brutish, surly, humorless Bond of 08 has been stripped of the essential characteristics we’ve come to enjoy.
Albeit very few, Casino Royal did have its moments, the new concept of James Bond has taken a nose dive off a Tuscan cliff.
Let us start with the Bond song. The song written and performed by Jack White and Alisa Keys is instantly forgettable. Charitably put, it is a Hip Hop Delta Blues mash up of Root canal agony.
Petra has been part of the furniture for quiet sometime. She makes a wonderful vodka martini and has a head for heights. And in case you’re wandering she’s old enough to be my mother and dresses like a Republican, so while she puffs and dusts I‘m off to the cinema.
The new bond film is out, Quantum of Solace and is the second Bond film with the wonderful Daniel Craig. Now Quantum in Latin translates “How Much” and Solace in Her Majesty tongue means state of disappointment. That should have been a clue.
” How Much Disappointment”. Indeed, what a train wreck. I understand the shift of gears the Bond franchise has to take in today’s climate of high octane capers, but the brutish, surly, humorless Bond of 08 has been stripped of the essential characteristics we’ve come to enjoy.
Albeit very few, Casino Royal did have its moments, the new concept of James Bond has taken a nose dive off a Tuscan cliff.
Let us start with the Bond song. The song written and performed by Jack White and Alisa Keys is instantly forgettable. Charitably put, it is a Hip Hop Delta Blues mash up of Root canal agony.
Bring back Sheena Easton in her spandex I really did underestimate the 80’s.
The gadgets, where are they? Bond has to have gadgets that we in the public domain can only dream of.
Even civilians such as Petra have I Phones and soccer moms have Land Rovers. Where is the car that converts into a helicopter then back into submarine with a fold down couch for sexual refreshment?
And why has no one have a sense of humor when they giving someone Mexican bow tie. Or did we fail to recognize the attempt at humor, that the villain was French and the French were absent from the Iraq war.
The fact Bond did not seduce any skirt for the duration of the film might be grounds for treason and questions maybe raised in the House of Commons to why just about every aspect of British prowess is failing.
And where were the babes Guv’nor? And when we did see them, why is it so compelling to see their every vertebrae, I guess catering wasn’t available, cutbacks, bailout takes all.
Alas peeps it’s a sorry day when the only sexual chemistry is between Bond and M. It’s like Prince William bedding Nancy Reagan. Ah the horror…
If it wasn’t for Petra furnishing me with a redemptive Martini I would have turned in my passport.
The gadgets, where are they? Bond has to have gadgets that we in the public domain can only dream of.
Even civilians such as Petra have I Phones and soccer moms have Land Rovers. Where is the car that converts into a helicopter then back into submarine with a fold down couch for sexual refreshment?
And why has no one have a sense of humor when they giving someone Mexican bow tie. Or did we fail to recognize the attempt at humor, that the villain was French and the French were absent from the Iraq war.
The fact Bond did not seduce any skirt for the duration of the film might be grounds for treason and questions maybe raised in the House of Commons to why just about every aspect of British prowess is failing.
And where were the babes Guv’nor? And when we did see them, why is it so compelling to see their every vertebrae, I guess catering wasn’t available, cutbacks, bailout takes all.
Alas peeps it’s a sorry day when the only sexual chemistry is between Bond and M. It’s like Prince William bedding Nancy Reagan. Ah the horror…
If it wasn’t for Petra furnishing me with a redemptive Martini I would have turned in my passport.
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