
My VERY surreal day with Britain's bravest double agent - the ex-KGB colonel who saved us from nuclear disaster and ...
'Jane, Jane! Close the French windows! There is a draught on my ankles!’ The irritated speaker did not much resemble James Bond. Nor was the put-upon Jane, who scuttled off without demur to close the garden doors, much like Miss Moneypenny. But here I …