TOO TENSE TO BANTER WITH BOND The day I met Sean of the dread
DANIEL Craig says his children won’t inherit his millions, which is kind of obvious because Bond never dies, right?
You’ll love this – I genuinely once sat next to the late, great Sean Connery on a flight from Spain to Holland back in the mid-80s. But I missed the opportunity of saying that I’d like a Martini, shaken not stirred, when I was asked what I’d like to drink. I’d planned on doing this as soon as I saw who was sat next to me, but when the moment came Sean was suddenly attacked by masked gunmen on skis. I thought it was best to let him get on with it because the casino was opening in the next few minutes and neither of us wanted to gamble on missing our chance to roll the dice at 30,000 feet. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t say a word to the great man – I was totally in awe and starstruck. Mind you, he didn’t speak to me either, but I don’t think it was for the same reasons.
If you’re shouting at the paper saying what a fool I was, I believe you’re right. But if you were in the same position and only in your mid-20s, I reckon you would have done exactly the same and kept your mouth shut too.
If it were now, I would be taking sneaky selfies or maybe even plucking up the courage to ask for a picture together plus an autograph. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?
I’m quite glad I didn’t have the guts to do my impression of him as he might have used a special Q-type pen to sign his autograph, and then it would have all ended in tears with me slumped in my seat for the rest of the flight – but not actually sleeping...