For actual decades now, I’ve wished they would decide that “James Bond” is just an alias that goes with the 007 designation. Agent retires, takes a civilian ID, voila.

(Also, this sets up an opportunity for a giant all-hands-on-deck movie where every surviving ex-Bond is brought out of retirement.)

It was a truly astonishing experience, no exaggeration and I was happy to play even a small part in this culinary expedition.

(I just wish the piece had a photo of the “monkey roses.”

Or “rose monkeys.”

They haunt me.)

I always get tripped up by Strangelove being based on Peter Bryant’s Red Alert from 1958, which registers in my brain as “Fail Safe.”

The number of times this part of The Trip (2010) is quoted in our house is a number too high to measure.