'No, Mr. Cameron....I expect you to DIE.'

The cuts to the budget of the Department of Spying, as it is now called, have been crippling.

I would normally have flown to Panama in a Lear jet with copious amounts of dry Martini at hand but, this time, it's EasyJet.
It's a dangerous mission though, so wish me luck. Thankfully, Q has provided me with a Biro that doubles as a camera so I should still be able to blip.
But don't tell anyone, will you, it's all very hush-hush.