Not in this man's aristocracy.

Tweed is too scratchy. Something in grey flannel is indicated.

The popularity of Heidelberg dueling scars would suggest that things had been percolating, in Prussia at the very least, for some time.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.

Callipygian.

I seem to recall an article in which a doctor breaks down precisely the sort of injuries a person would really sustain if subjected to those traps.

"Bed . . . is not at all a good place for sex: sex should take place in armchairs, or in bathrooms, or on lawns which have been brushed but not too recently mown, or on sandy beaches if you happen to have been circumcised. If you are too tired to have intercourse except in bed you are probably too tired anyway and…

The Rolls Royce and the stolen painting appear to be lifted from Don't Point That Thing at Me, and Jock's eye does appear to be glass, but the other elements seem invented for the film.

The worst part of it is that Charlie Mortdecai is supposed to be middle-aged and a little overweight, his handsome patrician features faded from a life of drinking and indolence.

The last place I noticed packs for sale was a 24-hour coffee shop with a communal ownership structure.

It isn't Christmas without a James Bond marathon on cable.

Without highways they'll be unable to transport heavy siege weapons quickly or land their dragons safely, in times of war.

The Bakerloo Line sends its regards.

Mind the Gap.

South America, always. You can take Central America and North Africa for cards without increasing the number of territories you have to defend.

In my experience lawyers, especially trial lawyers, are locked into the most conservative sartorial choices. The profession is still an old-fashioned one in many ways (requiring original signatures on documents, and paper resumes, for example).

Then there's the shawl lapel, which one rarely sees outside a smoking jacket, or dinner jacket like Bogart's in Casablanca.

You have to respect Luciana Paluzzi. Her character in Thunderball gets sexed by Bond, but remains entirely evil and willing to kill him.

Sam Philips in Die Hard With a Vengeance.

She's usually much more vicious than her colleagues, which probably illuminates something about gender politics.