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Bye to the Saint, Ivanhoe and 007

Roger Moore died earlier today. He’s not someone I have thought very much about in recent years, but when I was a child and teenager he was right up there with the best.

Most people refer to him as James Bond, but his 007 days were almost a bit late for me. I’d liked Ivanhoe, and I’d loved The Saint, and sort of enjoyed The Persuaders. But that’s quite a bit of screen entertainment from one man, and enough to cover many of my early years.

Roger was a good 007; I think it’s mainly that I was never big on Bond.

But almost nine years ago when Roger appeared in Cheltenham, there was no question but we had to go to his event. He’d just turned 80 at the time, and had a book out, I believe, which is why he appeared at a book festival.

He showed his age, which I suppose is unavoidable, but his acting skills carried him through. The one thing that surprised me was his dislike of Hjördis Niven. Well, no. More that he didn’t mind airing it publicly.

Roger Moore

Goodbye to this handsome man who gave us so many screen adventures!

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The search for Hjördis

Ever since the start of Bookwitch, I’ve been fascinated by the searches people have made, only to end up with me. Sometimes it makes perfect sense. They search for something ‘normal’ and end up on my blogs because I’ve written about whatever it is.

Occasionally (quite often, actually) people search for really weird things, which I definitely have not written about. Just goes to show google isn’t infallible.

For CultureWitch I’m astounded that the commonest search is Hjördis Niven. I mentioned her in passing in October last year, as Roger Moore had talked about her. But I have no particular knowledge about poor Hjördis. I decided I’d google a little too, but there really isn’t much out there. What there is is all the same, and not nice.

I really liked David Niven, and feel sorry that his marriage may have been pretty awful, but until last year I didn’t know that. I read his autobiography many years ago, which ends with their wedding. I’ve read far too many Swedish magazines than is good for me, but I suppose it’s natural they would write nice things about one of their own who married a famous actor.

In my own search I only came up with one different item, which at least is quite amusing.