But this is an amusing and eccentric ‘Marple’, a ‘Marple’ gone giddy under the tropical sun. Its mania is typified by the sudden appearance at the resort of one Ian Fleming, a writer trying to think of a suitable name for his new hero. Cue a guest speaker – lecturing on the birds of the West Indies – who announces his name to be, ‘Bond. James Bond.’ Utterly daft and thoroughly endearing, much like the show itself.
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