Musical Saturday Morning

I thought about saying nothing about this as a lead in, but then, oh what the heck!

I have an affinity to James Bond from three different angles.  Ian Fleming was my pen-pal until his death, his quiet memory of me in Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang, his wife sent me his author's copy.  My father always claimed that much of Bond was really about his life - it was only after his death we found out just how much of the stories really did follow father's side career for the Americans.  The third side?  Sorry, but you could can find out after my death!  HA-HA-HA-HA!  (Like I would ever write about that!)

For Your Eyes Only, was the most blatant of the Bonds, in regards to my father's work.  Of course all of the names, some of the places, and the real secret were changed for the movie.  But, my sister and I knew where father was, not what he was doing - but it was suspicious enough to put us into overdrive pouring over newspapers and radio broadcasts looking for something that should require the presence of father bouncing around the Mediterranean region. 

So, decades later, as I settled back in my seat, sucking on an Icee - and suddenly the name plate of the St George's floated into view ... I literally blew Icee right out my nose!

Looks like someone else knew about what went on that summer as well ...

So, my favorite film of the Bond series.  Witty, funny, forehead slapping fun ride!  Oh and let us not forget the opening, Sheena Easton with her gorgeous voice, seated behind a piano, wearing an evening gown and making everyone wonder - what exactly was she wearing ... or ... not!