There was more to Ian Fleming’s writing than merely James Bond. People are often surprised to learn that he was also the author of the classic children’s story Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. In addition, he composed poetry – mostly gushy, youthful stuff that he collected in a volume called The Black Daffodil and was later so embarrassed by it that he destroyed all copies. (If you happen to have one hidden away, it would now be worth a fortune.)

Sep 2009

The Old Man & the Signorina

No More Respected and More Read than Johnson

Dreaming of Gondar

A Case of Identity

Upwards from Everest

The Great Globe Itself

Day of the Journalist

Andrew Lycett Talks To Jan Morris

Half The World Away

Following The Pharohs

Love Behind A Mask

1968 And All That

Charm, Guile and Gab

Camouflage Expert

Gertrude Stein’s Bra

Murder Most Fouled-Up

For the Sake of Dahoum

The Adventure of the Concealed Manuscript

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

Making A Killing

Inspector Bucket Calls

The Masque of Africa: Glimpses of African Belief

Who’s Listening In?

‘Drink Up, Dear’

Occult Finish

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