23 films, 2 years and a wedding
It was January 2011 and the days were cold, freezing cold. It had been over two years since Quantum of Solace failed to set James Bond fans’ hearts alight in the same way as Casino Royale . Not much was happening in the world of James Bond, nor was much happening in the life of this Newcastle-based writer.
My twenty-fifth birthday passed with the usual fanfare and trip to Mr. Lynch and I settled in to my mid-twenties with ease. Barely a week later, my world was turned upside down: Bond 23 was announced for 9 November 2012 – a mere 667 days into the future. That future had brightened considerably from the depths of my post-25th birthday slumbers.
Though the release date was marked in my brain, I thought little of it at the time. Little did I know how important that date would become. Meanwhile, over in wherever he lives, The Incredible Suit was formulating an unnamed master plan. There were exactly twenty-two months until Bond 23′s release and exactly 22 official James Bond films already available (if Moonraker counts as a whole film, which is dubious).
After some debate over the name of the project, including a constant rejection of Blogtopussy, Suit settled on the more descriptive (of what we were doing) BlogalongaBond. Though Maud Adams was said to be incandescent, the merry band of Suit followers were sated. We could describe our efforts without the unfortunate image of a dead clown hovering around our collective subconsciousness.