James Bond's only wife is dead.
That's right, Diana Rigg died.
And with her, a part of my childhood.
For those who don't know, Rigg played the woman Bond married in On Her Majesty's Secret Service. It didn't end well for her.
Actually, it didn't end well for George Lazenby, as it was his only take as Bond. That and Rigg hated him and ate garlic and onions between each take.
I've never seen Game of Thrones, so I can't tell you how she was........or who she played. While I adored her, it was not enough to endure 117 years of that show.
Me? I was a fan of the Avengers.
Let me rephrase: I was a fan of the three ears which she was on the Avengers, playing Mrs. Emma Peel.
That show was just slightly ahead of my time, but I caught it in reruns when I was still a lad. It was seemingly a farvourite of my mother, so it was something we'd watch together. We bonded over that, as much as one eight year old and his mother could. I won't lie and say I got all (or any) of the nuance, but I thought Rigg was the bee's knees.
I mean, I adored John Steed too (and loved love loved when Patrick Macnee played Sir Denis Eton-Hogg in This is Spinal Tap), but loved the chemistry those two had.
Mrs. Peel was adorable yet tough and cunning and she the height of everything that two plus decades later, Austin Powers would base so many things around. I loved her. Even at that young an age.
Now, I'm not saying Diana Rigg turned me gay, I'm just saying, if you cannot be with and spend eternity Emma Peel, why even bother with other women?
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