Nostalgia... cars, women, exotic locations, adventure, guns, smart clothes, wit...
Pa Kartoshka used to take me to the cinema to see the James Bond movies (the Sean Connery ones) and I've always retained a fondness for them. Back home my mother had a musty and already dog-eared selection of the Ian Fleming novels. They became the first 'grown up' books that I read. Just thinking about them now reminds me of my bed on a winter's night, under the heavy covers, understanding about 50% of what I was reading.
