Obviously its going to be shaken isn’t it! But then you knew where that was going didn’t you? The old Martini shaken not stirred gag that keeps us Parkinsons chaps so amused.
But it does keep us amused, well it keeps me amused anyway. I must have used it a hundred times already in one way or another (sound track in my mind moves from Adele to Blondie, keep up!) and those around me use the shaking jokes too. ‘A cup of coffee?’ I ask, ‘Three quarters like last time’ replies my witty colleague and I smile a real smile.
I am not any more precious because I have Parkinsons and I don’t expect anything other than to be treated as John, same old useless, sarcastic, quick with a retort person, I always was and always will be. Life has changed but then it does for everyone. Of course my days of waiting to be plucked from obscurity to be the next Bond are probably behind me now. Unless of course the script writers take one hell of a gamble and base the next film in the Neurology Outpatients clinic at Ninewells Hospital. Unlikely to be fair, but that doesn’t mean everything else is behind me, its just going to be different, and if I am truly honest I think my chances of playing Bond were less than 50/50 anyway.
So life is going to be different, people are going to treat me differently, my body is going to be less easy to control, my family will have to react differently and adapt with me as I change. But, and I ask this in an open and honest, perhaps naive way, does it matter? I truly hope not. As long as I am able I will continue to live life and love life, the alternatives are not so good.
As Goldfinger would have it “No, Mr Bond, I expect you to die” Well Auric, my dear old chum. You can expect all you want but I am here to enjoy many more Bond movies and be as obstinate about the ridiculous cost of popcorn as always.
So dont cry for me (soundtrack now playing Madonna or Julie Covington)
Personally, I love my Mini and wouldn’t choose anything else!