Another day, another Bond film: this time, the second of the two Timothy Dalton movies, License to Kill. It’s maybe less of a James Bond movie than a lot of its predecessors, full of some particularly gruesome deaths and a hero who’s gone rogue, looking for vengeance. Dalton’s Bond probably has more in common with the grittier Daniel Craig version than the suave, pun-dropping Sean Connery or Roger Moore, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I rather liked this one, actually.
Then this evening, a very nice Christmas Eve dinner out with my parents, sister, and brother-in-law. (An aunt an uncle were all set to join us, but were feeling under the weather.) While we were eating — scallops, then duck breast for me — it started snowing. It has the look of snow that will all be melted by morning, but we may just have a white Christmas yet.