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Danny Boyle today smiled and waved at my baby in the park with such warmth and affection I thought they must know each other. I’m left with the cold hard truth that my one-year-old has got further than me in the film industry than I ever have and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been cast as the next Bond and can’t/won’t tell me because A. She signed an NDA with the studio and B. She can’t talk.
I probably just took her to her audition in my papoose without realising it. That nod from Boyle was his way of telling her the job is hers. In the bag. She’ll be on the Martinis later, you just wait.
Looking at the positives, ‘Father of 007’ has a nice ring to it and it might get me discounted cinema tickets or something, and maybe some sort of paid partnership with Moss Bros.
Sorry. I haven’t talked to anyone all week. Is it obvious? I’m sure DB is just a nice chap who smiles and nods at babies because that’s what nice people do. But if I find out she’s been cast as Bond and kept it from her old man I’ll hit the bloody roof.
I can see it now. I’m her chaperone, sat in the green room of Crèche Royale (2022) as she hobnobs with Wishaw and Malek about how she’s stayed true to her East-end roots living with her cringey parents in their flat. “But I’m so over it” I can just about make out through the wall
Malek and Wishaw are both charming. Both men smart enough to realise that if they want to stay on in this franchise they’ll have to make nice with this terrifying baby. “What was Danny thinking” Malek mouthes to Wishaw behind a terrified rictus grin. Wishaw just looks at his feet
Oh fuck she’s woken up. Back to the world of dreams.
