Monday, 8 October 2012
But in the months after the film's release, so concerned was FB that he might have lost his place in the order of Mrs FB's affections, that he soon after purchased a pair of similar figure-hugging Speedos to replace his sagging swimwear. Swimwear which had served him well for the purpose of swimming, but had caused few palpitations in watching females. Not that there were many such admirers as FB ploughed up and down the health club pool. In fact not that there were any. FB and his trunks were disregarded.
Until one day several months afterwards. Having swum his statutory distance, FB climbed out of the pool and was only slightly aware of the astonished gasps behind him. He played it cool. Obviously his exercise regime was having its effect. A small shimmy of the hips as he stepped from the ladder. Even Mrs FB's gaze might now linger on his toned frame. Heartened he made his way back to the changing room. It was there that he discovered the truth. The seam on his Daniel Craig style dookers had succumbed to corrosive power of the chlorine and had given way. Big time. Where there had been dooker, there was a yawning gap. Those gasps he had just drawn from his fellow swimmers were in response to nothing other than his big arse hanging out of his dookers in a decidedly less than James Bond fashion.
Downcast, FB threw the dookers away. As a result they are not available for auction. FB regrets that his hasty action has deprived charities of the possibility of a sizeable donation.
Mrs FB's views on the matter are not recorded. Her loyalities may well still be with Daniel Craig.