Today’s bit is a bit strange. Not soapbox screed strange, just a thought.
It’s cold, damp and drizzling in the capital of Virginia, forecast high of 49ºF, if it gets that warm. So naturally my thoughts turn to merry ol’ England.
“Weather channel?” asked “Pooh.” “You have an entire channel devoted to weather across the U.S.? Never work in England. ‘It’s going to be s*****y and cold today, followed by s****y and cold weather again tomorrow.’ Brilliant.” (Sorry for the language, but that was a direct quote come back to me from 1989.)
The thing about this Easy and Elegant Life experiment is that sometimes a little rain falls on the parade. (I don’t mind, but cold and wet? What’s the point? Let it snow.) And in said circs, it’s best to find a rôle model with a stiff upper lip. Putting a bit of swagger into today, I will remind you of my fascination with things Bond. James Bond. There are numerous Bond related sites out there and a few “How To Live Like….” sorts of products.
Well, gentle readers, I am about to give you the secret to the whole affair.
The life of a double-O is nasty, brutish and short. (Wish I’d written that last part.) So our man lives everyday as if it were his last. Indeed, every moment. He might order a fantastic meal of Beluga and Bollinger. He might play at the high stakes Chemin-de-Fer table. He might dally with an interesting companion. He might have a new suit made. He might go for a drive in his custom Bentley. Or he might go for a dive, as Ian Fleming frequently did, in Jamaica, skiing in Gstaad, or golf at St. Andrew’s. What he would not worry about is work — he would live the high life.
So think of today, Friday, as the second chance to start living. Take a moment right now to consider the evening’s pleasures and mentally put on your best suit or dinner jacket (tomorrow is the day for calvary twills and your sweater.) Be sure to mix a martini at day’s end, and then Bond a little.