The Party and New Glasses

She was smiling at him from her desk. Well at least he thought she was smiling, he hadn’t got quite used to his new glasses so some things were still a blur.

When he returned to his desk there was an envelope propped up on his keyboard. That was unusual enough but when he opened it and looked at the invitation he was amazed. In his life the only invitations he had received were to Birthday parties of class mates and these had dried up by secondary school. But here, here in his hands was an invitation and not just to any party but a party that was right up his street.

He memorised the time, date, location and other details and put it back into his pocket and sent an email of confirmation straight away. The woman at the other desk heard the tell tale noise and clicked on her mouse. She turned and smiled, well he assumed she smiled.

His ability to memorise things, facts, dates, information, had been obvious since early childhood. His passion for certain things could have been considered obsessive, well was by many people and his parents and grandparents.

But here, here was a party that played to his strengths and interests. He was sure he knew it all but he would spend the next two days before the party just re-reading his books.

On the bus over to the address that he had memorised, he ran facts through in his head. David Niven born 1910, Barry Nelson 1917, Roger Moore 1927, Sean Connery 1930, George Lazenby 1939, Timothy Dalton 1944, he had begun to lose interest around now but he could still remember Pierce Brosnan 1953 and Daniel Craig 1968.

From that it was easy, ‘On Her Majesty’s Secret Service’ was made in 1969 so George Lazenby would have been 30 when he made it. ‘For Your Eyes Only’ was made in 1981 so Roger Moore was 54.

He got off at the bus stop nearest to the house he was going to. He had all of the bus routes and timetables for the area in his head. Walking up the path he took the envelope from his pocket and looked at the writing on the outside. He was so glad he had decided to wear his old glasses tonight so everything was clearer.

He rang on the bell four times as was his way and, as he waited, slipped the card from the envelope to show who ever opened the door. He could hear a muffled shout and steps getting nearer.

The door was opened by someone wearing a rubber suit with buckles and belts and appeared to have a small tennis ball in his mouth.

He looked down at the invitation. With his old glasses it was clear. This wasn’t a Bond Age party.