What if the world ends?

When you didn’t hear from me after my last post, you probably thought me and a rough-and-rotten labor-camp spawn had let our souls fly, right? [“We Both Go Down Together?” I should have made reference to that song before the trip.]

Well, that would have been romantic. But no, I just literally had the most overworked month of my life. Between developing major spider veins and a new caffeine addiction at the Barn, glueing myself to my desk at the day job, and occasionally having a social life (not even lying), I have had time for absolutely nothing. Sitting down to write the blog never happened. And that’s sad, because the post-trip bliss was pretty surreal, and I don’t feel like I really got to properly share that with anyone. I would have shared it with you, NERers. Only you.

Now we’re in this predicament. I want to write the musical recap of 2012 that I’ve been drafting in my head while driving to work. I still need to tell you about the all-British hottie lineup on my TV this year. Then there’s the trip, of course, and crossing some more stuff off the 26 List. And posting in-depth about SKYFALL and how it rocked my world.

But, you see, the world is ending next week.

And that clearly means there isn’t enough time to do it all, because I’m still working like a maniac. (Which, I should just walk off the job, because why waste my last 7 days not eating, drinking, sexing and Netflixing my way to oblivion?)
In lieu of it all, I’ll give you, vast interwebs, this honest and unbiased suggestion:

If you only have one week left, and you’ve never seen a Bond movie in your life,
pick Goldfinger. 

 

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Guys. I touched it.

I saw Bond in motion yesterday. I saw parachutes and helicoptors and boats and hovercrafts and cars, all from Bond films. It was amaaaazing. Yes the extra a’s were imperative.

When I get home I will update this post with photos. For now, I’m content telling you a bit about it. The exhibit was located at the center of the National Motor Museum in Beaulieu (pronounced b-yu-lee). We got there just as it opened, and because I had pre-purchased tickets we zoomed past the line. Suckers!

Really the only reason that matters was because we got to Bond in Motion before the majority of thr crowd so I got to take a billion photos. The quality might be questionable, but it didn’t matter. It was great. And I touched Little Nellie. And Goldfinger’s Rolls-Royce Phantom III, and Bond’s Aston Martin DB5.

Sneaky fingers didn’t get caught. Yeah!

There was a bunch of other cool stuff, but I’m getting annoyed typing on this Droid. So, more later. But I do want to tell you SKYFALL keeps getting sold out. Damn tourists. I miss the USA.

Now we’re off to Canterbury, Leeds, and the Cliffs of Dover!

Also, the hotel lobby is playing Alanis’ “Uninvited” right now. And the big news here is impending 4G. Weirdos.

OMFG

“Sterling” was Roger Moore’s Bond’s cover last name when he went to visit Stromberg in The Spy Who Loved Me.