Excellent call on the Union Jack moment. One o' dem where the cinema applauded and gales of whistles flew out. Marvellous.
On a related note, when I was a kid my big sister had an exchange pupil in from St. Quentin. Or St. Etienne. Somewhere like that. Anyways, somewhere in France. At Sunday lunch one time, young Jean-Paul or whatever his name was, holds up a chicken drumstick and says, Bof. What do you call these, hein?
"Bones", says my old man.
"Ah!", says our Frenchman. "James Bones!"
<lols from the fam> <Bemused look from young Jacques>
And verily it came to pass that from that day forth, 007 would be forever known as "Bones", in our house.