The words 'Bond, James Bond' are for men

Roger Moore – the man who played 'James Bond' for 12 years back in the day (and was voted the best ever Bond) – is no more. If this was an Edgar Allan Poe poem, perhaps we would say 'Roger Moore is gone forever more, Eleanor.' Of the seven Bond films Moore did, I remember watching three in childhood, back in the 'eighties.

'For Your Eyes Only' at the 20th Century cinema (now 3D I-Max Cinema on Mama Ngina street), 'Octopussy' at the Kenya Cinema plaza and 'A View To A Kill' at Nairobi cinema – and the memories of the odd (Bond or otherwise) family outings for a film in childhood could fill a book (and, maybe, someday will).

For today, let us explore why James Bond was 'The Man' every chap wishes they were, including YOU reading this right now.

First of all, there was the way the man introduced himself. 'My name is Bond. James Bond.' And you knew, right there, that he had a license to kill –. I can just imagine walking up to some soul somewhere and saying: 'My name is Tony. Tony Mo!'

The way Roger Moore did as Bond.

Then there is the way James Bond was always so debonair. Back in the day, he was always in a tuxedo, with a bowtie and white shirt, and shoes polished to a gleam. Not like the unshaven, wild-eyed rumpled-looking Bond of today who often looks in need of a shave and shower.

And because the ladies – don't be fooled otherwise – like a sharply-dressed and well-groomed fellow, beautiful women were always all over James Bond (including my all-time Bond woman, Octopussy).

Now, that is a fantasy for 99 per cent of the male population, to have the good-looking women falling all over for them.

Then there was the boyish appeal of James Bond with his toys – those gadgets that seemed to pop out of his debonair suit like Swiss-army knives, depending on the occasion. In this era of cool keys, i-phones and the latest thingammys on the market, James Bond fits right in.

James Bond also had/has the very best in cars – from Mustangs to Aston Martins to lately BMWs – Bond rode the fleetest road rides. And as you can tell from that fellow who used Sh33 million to buy a Benz straight after winning a couple of hundred million in sport betting, cars are close to the heart of men.

James Bond also had a very exciting job as a secret agent at the M5 – sort of like being NIS but international! – and so was guaranteed never to be bored any given weekday. Unless you are Wafula of Busia, you will never get to hang from a chopper as it takes off – yet Bond did till we lost count.

Smart and street-smart, cunning and intelligent, the skillful James Bond had the survival set of the consummate operator.

While Sean Connery played Bond like a killer, Moore had him more suave, a lover - and witty.

His James Bond had casual throw-away lines, and more in the clever Brit-wit style than in the American wisecrack way (that is far less charming). And humour is the chaser with which a hard life is swallowed – just ask Beryl Bond in the space above.

'Miss Anders?!' quips James Bond: 'I did not recognize you with your clothes on.'

Lastly, James Bond was a gentleman who knew, and who knew how to hold, his liquor.

Take it on a Saturday night out, and wake up fresh as an indago daisy on Sunday morning, no problem.

'A medium dry vodka martini,' Bond would order at the bar. Then add: 'Shaken, not stirred.'

And isn't that what the median man wants, to be like a James Bond drink? To be of dry wit, and when life leaves you shaken – as it must once every while – for you to stay calm and not be stirred.

I will certainly be toasting with a 'James Bond' drink somewhere this Saturday eve, raising a glass not just to Chelsea FC's coming triumph over Arsenal in the FA Cup, but also to Moore. Roger Moore!

Because, man, word is bond.