BOSH. Alright lads, Guy Ritchie here. I coulda done Bond, me. James bleedin’ Diamonds-Are-Forever Bond. They were on their knees they were, BEGGIN ME. I had ‘em in the palm of me Duke O’ York. But I went up to Broccoli, I says “LOOK BROCCOLI, NOBODY’S SAYIN’ I DON’T LIKE JAMES BOND. NOBODY’S SAYIN’ THAT. BUT I GOT ME OWN STORIES TO TELL, MATE- ME OWN VAST SPECTRUM O’ UNIQUE AND INTERESTIN’ CHARACTERS FOR THE CINEMA GOIN’ PUBLIC TO GET TO KNOW AND TAKE INTO THEIR STRAWBERRY TARTS.”

I says “WHO KNOWS” I says, “WHO KNOWS- MAYBE ONE OF MY CHARACTERS- SHIFTY MICK, SHOTGUN SHITHOUSE OR LENNY THE JEW- MAYBE ONE OF THEM COULD BE THE NEXT JAMES BOND.”

Anyway yer lad ain’t here this week so he asked me to fill in, and being a proper British gentleman how could I refuse? My interpretation of the fox. Just a thought. I gotta be off now, got a croquet fundraiser at Clarence House and it’s first come first served on the cucumber sandwiches innit