Sublime

Later, Joan Collins and Ron Kass are bringing our children to join us at Leslie and Evie Bricusse’s house in Acapulco, where I will recuperate from the rigours of Bond.

shoulder. As a black actor in a predominantly white industry, perhaps he believed he had to assert himself. One thing I do know is that he need have no chip on his shoulder about his acting ability because today he showed himself to be an actor of extraordinary depth and power. Today was not B-Day 57, but K for Kotto Day. The scene between Bond and

On my return I came face to face for the first time with the villain of our piece, Yaphet Kotto, a mountain of a man; all six foot four and muscled two hundred and fifty pounds of him was waiting to meet me in the bar. I felt a bit of a beanpole by comparison. As Mr Big, he has no scenes in New Orleans, but has come down for make-up tests. He may

The children arrive tomorrow, and I wonder if Geoffrey will realise I am Bond when he sees me in action. Just before we left England he asked: ‘Can you beat anybody, including a robber?’ ‘Oh, yes,’ I replied confidentially. ‘Supposing James Bond came in,’ he persisted. ‘Daddy is going to play James Bond,’ I explained. ‘I know that,’ he sighed

Tension was running high between the press and stills photographers, who were squabbling among themselves about which of them should have the pictures. I spent much of my day listening to ‘Could you move over, please’; ‘Look up at this light’; and ‘Watch this lens, please’. It reminds me of when Luisa and I got married at Caxton Hall. Every day

Today, the fourteenth day I have played Bond before the cameras, was momentous because I said my first lines. Last evening, I went through the scene, carefully committing it to memory, and was word perfect when I arrived on set. I suggested to David Hedison (Felix Leiter, my CIA buddy in the film), sitting having his suntan evened off around the