Cherry, Pink Lady And Champagne

"The Kinky Butterfly Martini" - Chapter Two, I guess.

She has a perfume out now called 'Dazzle' -
it's Cherry, Pink Lady Apple, and
Champagne scented

The real big secret about today's Western Alliance covert intelligence services and covert operatives teams, is that there is a huge fight going on internally. Every so often, over here in the one-time British Commonwealth Nation, and now pseudo-independent republic, of Australia, there are attempts made, quite formally, to unify or at least create a crystal-clear joint services or inter-departmental communications body to ensure that 'secrets' held by one department or agency or service, are shared with all the other official groups doing closely associated tasks.

There is another one of these attempts formally afoot now.

But what could have spurred this renewed attempt is the mess over the 'Five Eyes' fiasco, which internally, I may tell you, scratched some open wounds and touched raw nerves to do with miss-allocations of very large sums of money. Why it was so necessary to hand over more millions to the (rogue? - I'm being most kind) MI6 team that took poor young Jamie Packer apart so that they could take over his Macau Casino empire and crash that into the ground by shepherding his high-rollers over to the green fields of Cuba once the doors were opened there once again. I'm sure the Cuban authorities had (but they do now) no idea that this 'Australian' casino king was after all, just the same old Jewish London Mafia that got kicked out of Cuba by Castro in the first place.

McClory's Bond has to take his girlfriend's car -
and that would be Torsten Muller-Oetvos's new
RR Dawn cabriolet

An ordinary desk analyst could tell, watching the recent Leveson Media Inquiry under Lord Leveson, that some people very very high up in the intelligence services had thrown their weight behind British Labor MP John Watson (now the Deputy Leader of the Opposition, catapulted there from Nowhere'sville after Rupert Murdoch got kicked out of town following the Inquiry) - and that this, would not have been exactly approved of by those weirdos who had managed to hijack the services since the time of Thatcher.

It is not by any means simple co-incidence that Thatcher's son was formally implicated many times in mercenary activities in Africa, and fitted out, when he ran around there, with top of the range British taxpayer-funded military gear, inclusive of helicopters and machine guns and shoulder-fired RPG's. No, no. This is all your contemporary UK government 'James Bond' stuff right there.

It's just that they're not any good at it.

And he'd have to be allowed onto one of the 'new'
stealth personnel transport aircraft...

Which makes me wonder what type of fictional movie one could make, if you took the 'turn-coat' spooks who are in the ear of Watson and company, and gave them access to what is really available out there at the high end - and not what only the severely dumbed-down and otherwise aspirational Middle Classes, like film director Sam Mendes, and his flat note-singing theme carrier, Sam Smith, can think of to give audiences a wizz-bang ride. Or what a decent Lefty politician might make of some real high end glamour and luxury gear...

And then if you took some frothing-at-the-mouth West Coast erotica wordsmith with millions of voluntary, and un-marketed to readers to turn the phrases and supply the sex.

On board of which there'd be specially-trained,
uniformed crew

Well, I did notice that the recently-released Spectre says on the front titles: 'Ian Fleming's James Bond.'

Here then, this is where you'll find Kevin McClory's James Bond - McClory, as you know, being the actual writer behind Thunderball. Er... And my father's cousin...

I think I can say this is THE OFFICIAL Kevin McClory James Bond story place right here. He will not be turning in his grave as much as Fleming, that's for sure.

So let's do that, eh.