I just finished reading ‘Bond on Bond’, the book by roger Moore Lyn gave to me for Christmas. Truth be told, it is quite a thin volume full of pictures, so I probably should have finished it days ago. Intellectually, I found it quite lightweight: it is more of a coffee table book than anything else. That its not to say I found it silly or without value. Moore writes in a chatty entertaining way I don’t often come across, but the book is packed with little anecdotes, titbits of information you only get from someone who actually worked on set, and who personally knows (and as drank with) people like Cubby Broccoli. On one level, then, it is the sort of book film academics might be dismissive of: there is not much in the way of theory in it, and you could just say it is just Roger Moore prattling out a mixture of recollections and opinions. Yet on another level it is a brilliant, fascinating text: reading between the lines one can build up a picture of a unique piece of film history and culture. Moore has, somewhat unintentionally, painted a self portrait; his book supplies us with the type of insight no academic text can. I therefore found wonderful read, and, although he sometimes comes across as a dirty old man, I cannot help feeling rather fond of roger Moore. In all, then, an excellent book, and a great Christmas present from Lyn.