Bond and I shook hands. I could sense him taking me in, noting the indifferent cut of my off-the-peg, charcoal-grey suit, the tie I had chosen. He glanced at my shoes – black lace-ups (French, as it happens). Bond, I noticed, was wearing American-style penny loafers. He was friendly but guarded – he was not used to giving interviews, that much was immediately clear. He suggested we have a pre-lunch drink and then "Grab a bite to eat" up the road. "Sounds good to me," I said.