Reading the Foxtel guide I mistook The Spy Who Loved Me for The Spy Who Came in from the Cold.
In my defence, I had just read this article:
The reclusive spy novelist is finally letting a biographer loose on the skeletons in his past, reports Zoe Brennan.
It could have been a scene straight out of a John le Carré spy novel. Graham Lord, a competent tabloid hack, had been touting his synopsis for a book around London publishers. The document was confidential – it contained salacious details about a famous author’s personal life. It plotted out a thrilling romp through his mistresses, wives, loves and losses – and his work for the secret service. Nothing would be left to the imagination, a publisher would be mad to turn the book down.