My Word Is My Bond

My Word Is My Bond

by Roger Moore

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ISBN-13: 9780061980411
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 10/06/2009
Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 535,765
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Sir Roger Moore is a living legend, actor, and humanitarian. He lives in England.

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My Word is My Bond

Chapter One

The Early Years

'I was an only child. You see, they achieved perfection first time round'

It was just after midnight on 14 October 1927, when Lily Moore (née Pope) gave birth to a twenty-three-inch-long baby boy at a maternity hospital in Jeffreys Road, Stockwell, London SW8. The baby's father, George Alfred Moore, was twenty-three and a police constable stationed at Bow Street. Of course, I'm only quoting this from hearsay. I was much too young to recall such a momentous event as my entry to this world.

I was christened Roger George Moore and we lived about a mile from the hospital, on Aldebert Terrace, London 5W8. I was to be the Tcouple's only child.You see, they achieved perfection first time round.

I don't remember what the fiat on Aldebert Terrace was like, we moved before I was old enough to absorb my surroundings. However, I do remember our new home: it was a third-floor flat 200 yards away in Albert Square...number four, I think. It had two bedrooms and a living room-cum-kitchen. I remember the mantelpiece seeming so high to me; above it was a mirror and the only way I could see my reflection was to stand on the bench positioned along the opposite wall.

Life was happy in Albert Square. It's funny how little things stick in your mind: the beautiful smell of freshly cut wood from the timberyard next to our garden. To this day I can visualize the two gas brackets on either side of the mirror in the living room. There was no electricity, you see, and these were our only means of light. The china mantles gave off a lo hissing illumination. It was acomforting sound and one I associated with being home in the bosom of my family. The main source of heating was a coal fire. Oh, how this schoolboy's bare legs would be red-mottled on the shin side from sitting too close to the burning coals; especially when making toast with a long-handled fork.We'd spread beef dripping on it, oh what joy! When I was a little older, I took pleasure in helping my mother black-lead the grate. I was a very obliging child. Illness played a great...and unwelcome...role in my early life. Mumps were soon followed by a raging sore throat, and it was decided that I should have my tonsils removed and adenoids scraped at the same time. I wasn't really too sure what this would entail, but was promised that when I woke up from the tonsillectomy I would be fed ice cream. That alone would make my stay in hospital worthwhile, I decided.

Wearing only a little surgical gown and bed socks, I was placed on a trolley, rolled down a corridor and pushed into a lift, its sliding trellisdoors seeming very sinister. (I'd only ever been in a lift once before, at Gamages Department Store in Holborn, and that was a much happier occasion, when Mum took me to the toy department to meet Santa Claus.) As we descended in the hospital lift, I felt sure it was to the place where naughty children went if they couldn't go to heaven. Sunday school had obviously left its mark. I still vividly remember looking up from the operating table upon which I'd been placed, at the big, round lights glowering down at me and the people wearing green masks standing all around. A lady with a sieve filled with cotton wool gazed down into my eyes and then placed the sieve over my face. I felt suffocated by a strong foul-sweet odour, which pulled me down into a long tunnel with yellow and red rings flying at my face. The sound...which I can still hear in my imagination today...was a boom-barn-boom-barn, gradually getting faster and faster as I fell down into hell.

My next recollection was of the smell growing fainter and the boom-barns replaced by the soft murmur of nurses' voices. I was back on the ward. Then I was sick. I never did get the ice cream they had promised. I was deeply disappointed at the time, but looking on the bright side it might have been strawberry flavour, which I hate.

Aged five, I started school at Hackford Road Elementary. A fifteen-minute walk from Albert Square: turn right on Clapham Road, go to Durand Gardens, cross the main road, trot round the Gardens and there was the school...three floors high, red-brick with large tall windows and surrounded by a red-brick wall.

I don't remember being left at the gates by my mother or indeed anything about my first sight of the classroom and the other boys and girls. I do, however, recall finding myself in the boys' urinal and being forced to stand facing the dark grey wall, with a trough at the base, with my legs wide apart as some senior ruffians took turns to see whether or not they could aim between them without splashing my bare legs. English schoolboys' short trousers left plenty of room between the top of the socks and the bottom of the trousers for the exercise. I can still see my mother waiting at the school gates that first day as I exited the playground, walking with my red-raw knees wide apart thanks to the stream of bubbling warm pee that did not quite make it between them. 'Tut-tut-tut she said, as I recounted my first day's ordeal.

It reminds me of a sign I later saw in toilets:

Your head may be in the air, young man,
Your thoughts away as you enter;
But spare a thought for the floor young man,
And direct your stream to the centre.

One evening when we were walking home from school, I told Mum that some boys who had seen her drop me at the gates had asked, 'Was that your mum? She's a great-looking tart!' I didn't know what they meant. Mum was horrified, not at being described as great-looking but a tart! Really!

My Word is My Bond. Copyright © by Sir Roger Moore. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Table of Contents

Foreword: Memoirs of an Aspiring Actor 9

1 The Early Years: 'I was an only child. You see, they achieved perfection first time round' 11

2 An Actor's Life for Me: 'It is purple on the green below' 32

3 You're in the Army Now: 'Hands off your cocks and on with your socks!' 46

4 Civvy Street: 'You're not that good, so smile a lot when you come on!' 57

5 The MGM Years: 'Is his cock all rights?' 76

6 The Warner Years: 'Please, mush, any mush' 104

7 Enter the Saint: 'You say, "Ladies and Gentleman... " and then you're humble' 124

8 The Persuaders: 'You can't sell a programme with me in, it's immoral' 156

9 And the Word was Bond: 'There's only one thing I hate more than alligators' 171

10 Elementary, Dr Watson: 'Say the Marks and hit the lines' 197

11 It's Bond and Beyond: 'Well, we shall air our crotches' 223

12 A Farewell to Bond and Niv: 'You wanna be careful, mate, you lot are dropping like fucking flies' 247

13 Taking Stock: 'I'd gladly piss in your ear any time' 259

14 The Health Scare: 'In Kristina I had found my soul mate and it has made me happier than words can ever express' 281

Around the World in Eighty Years: My travels with UNICEF 303

The End . . . : . . . and with thanks 303

Index 331

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Peppers_Dad More than 1 year ago
I must admit that I purchased this book on a whim at a very favorable price. I knew of Roger Moore of the Saint and Persuaders TV shows and Bond films and was interested in hearing about those exploits from the man himself. I was pleasantly surprised to read about a bloke from south London with a penchant for saucy humor and practical jokes that lucked into a career in acting. At times howlingly funny and sometimes poignant in his wistfulness Sir Roger recalls his 80-plus years in the world as a regular Joe, an actor and an ambassador for UNICEF. It was a very a very revealing protrait of a multi-faceted human being.
ElizaJane on LibraryThing 18 days ago
Reason for Reading: Roger Moore is the Bond I grew up with, the one I went to the movies to see as a teenager.Comments: Right from the introduction Mr. Moore states that he will not be 'dirt-dishing' nor telling 'tittle tattle'; he wants to write a fun book filled with memories the way he saw them and the wonderful people he met in his life but he promises that does not mean it will be a 'fluffy book' either. Roger Moore lives up to this statement giving the reader a very enjoyable look inside his life without trashing anyone. He does mention a couple of names that he simply hates with a straightforward reason why, he tells stories leaving the irritating one unnamed and he mentions names and follows the "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all rule" frequently. But Roger Moore is a charming fellow, very easy going, loves a prank or two, and can take a joke on himself as well so his book is filled with people he adored and those who adored him back.Moore spends a good part of the book on his early life in England; his childhood, days in the army, acting on stage, becoming an actor in British movies. This was all very interesting and it's hard to believe that Roger Moore is really that old to have been in WWII! Even when acting in Britain the famous names start knocking about such as David Niven (a lifetime friend) and Michael Caine. Then he comes to America and makes a name for himself on the small screen starring in Maverick (replacing James Garner as his British cousin), then his famous Simon Templar as The Saint and finally The Persuaders with Tony Curtis. Not until we are closing in on page 200 does Roger Moore get to James Bond and the book has been so interesting up to this point that Bond is not the vital part of the book. Even if you started to read the because of the Bond connection. I won't go into any more details but from their Moore continues on with Bond, his wives, his other movies and work, ending finally with his long association with UNICEF.Moore comes across just as I had expected him too. He keeps his debonair, suave, gentlemanly air about him but he also has his tongue firmly planted in cheek at the same time. Even as a child he behaved this way, he calls himself on it frequently saying "ever the poseur". He tells some wonderful memories and anecdotes as he's been with all the greats throughout his career: Elizabeth Taylor, Cary Grant, Gregory Peck, Noel Coward, Stewart Granger, Richard Burton and countless others.The only thing I didn't enjoy about the book was the last few chapters which mostly focused pretty heavily on his UNICEF activities that it began to feel like an infomercial. I will state I don't support UNICEF for conscience reasons but I did enjoy hearing of the travel and good work he accomplished. But then it just seriously devolved into three chapters about UNICEF with Roger as the emcee. Otherwise, I had a very enjoyable read and certainly learned a lot more about the man who I previously only knew as The Saint and James Bond.
kaulsu on LibraryThing 27 days ago
Roger Moore writes with clarity and self-deprecating humor, though he is no "writer." Still, I enjoy reading memoir more than "tell-all" unauthorized biographies. As far as this being in the "tell-all" I must admit I got a kick out of Moore saying "if I have nothing good to say about someone, I just won't say anything" any time he had nothing good to say! It rather left the proper impression....I mean the exact impression Moore wished to convey.A fun, fast read. Nothing momentous, but enjoyable nonetheless.
NickCato on LibraryThing 27 days ago
A decent read, but I was expecting (consdering the title) a bit more about his Bond days. For Moore fans only.
reannon on LibraryThing 27 days ago
I've always liked Roger Moore, and could not resist a book with such a pun in the title - which refers, of course, to the fact that Moore played James Bond in several movies. He tells his story light-heartedly, for the most part, with a view to entertaining. He got his start as a teenager, married once quite young which only lasted a few years. His second wife, Dorothy Squires, was a famous British singer 12 years older, and through her he got to know many folks in the entertainment business. That marriage lasted many few years, but the two of them were traveling so often, and often living on different continents, that they drifted apart and it ended when he fell in love with his third wife while shooting a film in Italy. His third marriage again lasted many years and produced his three children whom he clearly adores. Eventually that marriage ended in the late 90s and he married his fourth wife and soul mate. In the early 90s, Audrey Hepburn persuaded him to become involved in UNICEF, and it is in the stories of what he has seen in his travels for that organization that the book acquires depth and meaning. The work he did for them led to his knighthood by the Queen of England.There are lots of stories of celebrities strewn through the book. He promised that if he did not have anything nice to say about someone, he wouldn't mention them. He breaks down a few times, and his stories of Glen Ford and Grace Jones, in particular, are not flattering. However, for the most part, he tells stories of people he liked, and some that he cared deeply for, including David Niven and his producer on the Bond films, Albert "Cubby" Broccoli.Given the later reactions of some Bond actors, it is interesting to see that he is entirely grateful for the Bond experience. He was equally happy with the earlier seven-year run of the TV series The Saint. Both brought him fame and fortune, and he has nothing but good things to say for the people, including the crews, of both.All in all, an enjoyable read, like having a visit with a charming raconteur who has led an interesting life, and in the end, worked hard to give back to the world. The last part of the book is a quick summary of some of the many countries he has visited and his experiences there.Well done, Sir Roger.
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LadyKrystal More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading this book. Roger Moore is funny and I felt as though I was sitting in the room talking with him.
nonnadonna More than 1 year ago
Roger Moore's life story is an easy biography to get into. He tells his story with that same endearing touch of charm and humor he used to portray his most memorable roles as movie's James Bond and TV's Simon Templeton. You will find out among other things he was multi-talented, as the sketch he did of his own children demonstrates. I enjoyed the book from beginning to end.
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Roger Moore's autobiography was a fun read. It's not intellectually challenging or inspirational but entertaining with its observations and antecdotes. His career in general was interesting. Who knew he did anything besides Bond? This is a book to read on the beach duirng vacation or when you can spend time in the park under a tree.
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Bubba85 More than 1 year ago
This auobiography by Roger Moore is an entertaing book. The story is lively and well told. His behind the scenes tales are a lot of fun to read. Spend an evening with Sir Roger Moore you will learn about some of the James Bond films and some interesting stories about his work on TV shows like The Saint and Maverick. Enjoy !!
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beanbond07 More than 1 year ago
I read an article of the Book, I through what they said wasi it. When I got the book I was very happy. It gave a very detail acount of his role in TV, and Movies, as well his work with UNCEF. A must under rated starr, still Entertains.