So I agreed in the end. They renewed my licence to kill; I loaded my PPK; I strapped on the chronograph with its plutonium-powered homing device; I got back into the Aston Martin; and I went into action. I asked for Clooney, Connery, and Berry as co-stars. What did they send me? A bunch of Cambridge dons.
[photo of Pembroke College June Event received from the Anonymous Economist today—click to enlarge]
The black tie isn’t bad, but you’d look fabulous in one of those saffron Krishna robes.
How about a blue collarless shirt and a bindi? You only live twice. (By the way, Jon, I'd be interested to know what you think of Ron Reagan's speech to the Democratic convention tonight, if you hear it.)
Got as far as “some of you may be thinking it’s time to go out for a tall one” when I was overcome by the subliminal ad. Seriously, I thought he was amazingly self-possessed and rather nice — loved the California Buddha bow — but honestly, stem cell research? The politics is so simple, and the science so not, I just wigged out. Plus I was still elated from Barack Obama.