Just because James Bond has been relegated to the MGM subs bench with Bilbo Baggins (movies featuring both are in finanical trouble), it doesn't mean he is forgotten.
You can give yourself plenty of 007-style treats in London.
Stay at the Radisson, in Mayfair, a hotel so posh paparazzi wait outside to see who is there.
The doorman earned my everlasting gratitude by bringing me a glass of iced water as I checked in.
A stylish secret agent would be right at home shopping in Selfridges, in Oxford St, and if the forces of darkness were closing in he could sneak out through the personal shopping area to the secret car park, so as not to be seen.
If he were looking for a disguise he might do worse than Primark, just along the road, with its acres of bargain clothes and accessories.
Meanwhile, any Bond girl would be happy swanning around Mayfair visiting stylish shops such as Jimmy Choo, Stella McCartney and Vivienne Westwood.
Or for a more casual look she could take advantage of Selfridges' jeans-fitting computer.
Strip off, get electronically measured and they guarantee the perfect fit - or they'll get it made for you.
But my favourite bit of Bondage had to be the London Rib, tucked away under the London Eye.
This speedboat tour of the Thames, with commentary and music, was every bit as exhilarating as any Shotover Jet.
OK, there were no rocks, but there was a whacking great destroyer moored in the middle of the river.
