Often I find myself disappointed with the 21st century (aka The Future). No flying cars, no female Prime Minister, no dinner in pill-form.

But then you buy a Penguin Classic of the first Bond novel from 1953, and realise holy shit, maybe we’ve come further than i realise, and i quote:

“This was just what he had been afraid of. These blithering women who thought they could do a man’s work. Why the hell couldn’t they stay at home and mind their pots and pans and stick to their frocks and gossip and leave men’s work to the men. And now for this to happen to him, just when the job had come off so beautifully. For Vesper to fall for an old trick like that and get herself snatched and probably held to ransom like some bloody heroine in a strip cartoon. The silly bitch.”

Yuh huh… a popular classic eh Penguin? Right up there with Pride and Prejudice or Of Mice and Men. It’s a pretty crap book for any one who’s curious. The movie was way better.