Earlier this year I was asked to write a new book in the James Bond series, following in the steps of such worthy authors as Kingsley Amis, Sebastian Faulks and Arthur Mullard.
Here, for the benefit of my readers, is a brief extract from the upcoming book to be published by Bloomsbury later this year under the provisional title of Coffeemate.
Bond eased his car into the flow of traffic on the Mile End Road and pointed it in the direction of the Dartford Tunnel. Rochester, Margate, Ramsgate and the Romantic South! He gave the merest touch to the accelerator and the Lada responded eagerly to his summons. Bond watched admiringly as the needle rose on the speedometer: 20, 30, 40 mph – now they was were travelling! Q had certainly done a magnificent job: electric windows, dual-speed windscreen wipers …, the list seemed endless.
Bond turned to the young girl beside him. “Light me a cigarette, would you Beryl?” He watched appreciatively as she leaned forward. She was good fun but probably wouldn’t travel well outside her native East End. He would have to ditch her somewhere between Margate and Ramsgate.
Beryl handed him the glowing ember.
“Ta”, said Bond.
He dragged greedily on the fag cigarette, specially made for him by Rizla’s of the Mall.
Thanks for writing this.
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