Stephen has always dreamed of playing James Bond. He's borrowed his dad's tuxedo, spent £80 on a fancy watch, and shakes everything he drinks. But is this still a good idea? Bond is a misogynist dinosaur, right? You are invited to journey through sixty years of Bond and thirty (something) years of Stephen to see if it's all been worthwhile. Improbable gadgets, glamourous women, and toxic masculinity. Is 007 a worthy role model for the 21st century?