I am currently feeling rather happy. not only did England win the first twenty20 match against Australia this morning, but it was announced the next bond film – number 23 – has been given the green light and scheduled for release in 2012. These two things have made my day. I can’t really explain why I’m such a big bond fan: I know I shouldn’t be. Artistically, bond represents the corporate side of film-making: they churn out big-budget action film which they know will make money, caring little about film as an art form. Politically, Bond represents both imperialism and male dominance: he is a misogynist who sees women as disposable pleasures and a cold blooded killer. How he would react to me, a cripple who likes little more than slipping into a pink tutu, I shudder to think. Yet, despite this, today’s announcement has me filled with childish glee: one of my favourite heroes is going to make another appearance after an economically-educed hiatus, once again to seduce women, drive these fast cars and order martinis ”shaken,, not stirred”.