If I Told You, I Would Have To Shoot You

Today, I was a spook (ie an MI6 spy) in a flashback to 1936, where two of us are sitting in an immaculate black 1930s Rover Mk12 near St James Park as we watch some nefarious activity.

Several of us in this scene were escorted from base camp (a plush hotel) to the food trailer near St James Park for lunch, having been adorned with plastic bibs over our elegant 1930s garb. I understand just a little of the life of a celebrity as passers by gaped at us. One brave soul asked what we were filming. Quick to recall protocol, I replied that this was classified information, and that if I told her I would have to shoot her.

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