007...

I’m sitting on a bench overlooking the point break.
The theme tune to James Bond is selected by the shuffle function on my Ipod.
A sporty Jag pulls into the lookout point behind me.
A jet-ski powers into sight around the headland.
A Helicopter whirrs overhead.
“What’s going on?”
I’m alone in my confusion.
I look down at my mud-caked flip-flops and sweaty running gear and relax.
I’m too manky to be the Bond girl so I can stay sitting on my arse, enjoying the sunset.
Nice.