Never shaken, never stirred. That was Roger Moore.
The coolest, the most insouciant of all Bonds, his 007 was utterly unflappable, a man who would react to danger, or dally with a string of beautiful women, in the same way — with an eyebrow cocked to 90 degrees, and an arsenal of one-liners.
When Moore died, after a short battle with cancer, in May at the age of 89, his loss was keenly felt in the Empire offices. Not just because he was the first Bond to go — which, like the Beatles or, say, Pythons, always feels like a momentous, end-of-an-era development. And not only because he was the Bond most of Team Empire grew up watching with our families, gathered around our improbably boxy TVs; the one we…
