Here begin the amazing collection of James Bonds that I'm delighted to be able to offer you. This, along with a slightly bomby, dust jackets From Russia with Love, are the only hardcovers, the others are fabulously trashy 1960s paperbacks. Pulpy, it could be said.
Watch here, how I confuse the myriad stories which we diligently watched on VHS on Sunday afternoons as the groan ups' Sunday lunches turned into dinners. It was us, the Lewises and the Clennetts, before divorce, death and estrangement. Those were the days, as we the children sat agog infront of those deep old television sets, watching spaceships eat other spaceships, blossoms, tarantulas, flirtation and Roger Moore with too much makeup.
Jonathan Cape, hardcover 265 pp 1981, first published 1955