Hours after the horrific murder of young people at an Ariana Grande concert in Manchester targeted by nihilistic sadists, comes news that another one of our screen icons is dead, aged 89.
I met Roger Moore when I was in one of the Bond movies as a teenager. I was sharing the dressing room opposite his at Pinewood with Bunny twins and he’d have us over for tea — proper silver service with cakes and sarnies. He was a lovely, generous guy even if he wasn’t my favourite Bond by a long chalk. A great raconteur and delightful company who everyone found easy to work with.
So many deaths today. Look after the kids, Roger. RIP all you innocents.
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