THINGS THAT MAKE YOU GO
4 FEBRUARY 2013
ThingsThat Make You Go
2012 marked the 50th anniversary of the release of the rst James Bond movie,
whichhad its worldwide premiere at the London Pavilion on October 5th, 1962.The movie was based on the book of the same name,written by Ian Fleming, a former naval intelligence
ofcer and grandson of Robert Fleming, the Scottishnancier who founded Robert Fleming & Co. Ltd.
'Flemings', as it was known, was a UK-based merchantbank which, in 1985, for reasons best known to
trusted ofcers of the company long since departed,was the rst institution willing to give a wide-eyedyoung man named Grant Williams a job in the nancial
My love for James Bond has nothing to do with the largesse of my erstwhile employer; in fact,
it wasn't until I had been in the employ of the Fleming family for a couple of years that theconnection became apparent (along with the realization that Alexander Fleming, the inventor
of penicillin, was a scion of the same family). My love for James Bond stems from the place
inside every 8-year-old boy where he wants desperately to be a secret agent, drive fast cars,and hunt down 'baddies'. (At that stage in my development, beautiful women were the only
thing about James Bond lms that I thought they could do without. Hey... I was 8.)
Recently, in conjunction with the release of
, the latest Bond movie, a study wascommissioned by Sky TV in commemoration of the 50th anniversary of
release, todetermine the best moment in the history of the franchise. Surprisingly, the iconic line 'Bond.
James Bond', rst uttered by Sean Connery as he sat at a gaming table with a cigarette hanging
loosely from his lips, landed in third place with just 5.7% of the vote. The winner of the poll,and incidentally the only other piece of dialogue amongst a litany of car chases, set pieces,
and explosions, came from the third Bond lm,
, which came out in 1964. The quote
in question was uttered by the villain of the piece, Auric Goldnger, in response to Connery's
Bond, who, as he lay watching a laser beam slowly cut through a solid gold table toward hisgroin, asked what, under the circumstances, was a perfectly reasonable question:
'Do you expect me to talk?'
Goldnger laughed and replied simply,
'No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die.'
Now, those of you who have read my work for a while will be rolling your eyes at the mention
of Goldnger and will be bracing yourselves for yet another trip into the murky world of
conspiracy theories surrounding gold bullion. But, if you've made it this far, you are about tobe pleasantly surprised, because that's not where I am taking you. No, that's not where we areheaded at all.