All of which got me thinking that in London's desperate desire to fulfill a timely James Bond fantasy over the death of the former spy, are we not obviating the one obvious question for Scotland Yard? Namely is there not now a pressing and urgent need for military intervention in the Piccadilly/Mayfair area (for a start)? Given that appreciably more nuclear material has been found in local restaurants, office buildings and sushi bars than has been uncovered in the whole of Iraq, shouldn't somebody be bovvered?
And in these combustible times it is hard not to worry about the relative safety of Number Ten (sorry, I mean number one). So, thankfully, I had the experience of a lifetime last night at Wayne McGregor's new smash-hit, Chroma, at The Royal Ballet. So much so that if I died by nuclear rain shower or umbrella poisoning today I would go a happy woman.
You can take your pick of five-star reviews with even a whopping six-star in this week's edition of Time Out. I have never seen anything like it: tough, flowing, extreme, stunning, with a special music (from the rock band, White Stripes) that explodes in your heart. It is part of a trio (including Balanchine's 4 Temperaments + Wheeldon's DGV) that is mind blowing. After the show I sat perched at the downstairs bar of the local Cafe des Amis gawking at the dancers who fluttered in post-show to swill alcohol and chew fags. Their genius restored my faith in humanity. As did their vodka intake. But in these nuclear times who wants to live by half measures?
Tomorrow night (29 Nov) is the only remaining performance. Tickets are sold-out, but the Royal Opera House releases 67 tickets on the day of each performance for sale at 10am. Tickets from £3 to £37.50. Ring 020 7304 4000 for more info.