The Pensioner
Whilst Alec retired when he realised he just didn’t want to be away from his partners long-term, anymore, that doesn’t mean that he wants to spend every bloody minute of every sodding day sitting about the flat. He does things. Maybe not always the most productive things, but he does things. At least he hasn’t blown up anything in his boredom. Well, nothing significant, at least. No, that warehouse in Uxbridge doesn’t count, Q, it was already scheduled for demolition, I just sped up the process a tad.
One accomplishment of which Alec is proud is the creation of the “Grumpy Old Gits Club” of which he is the founding, and, at present, only member. Among other things, club duties include sitting down the pub or at a street cafe, enjoying a few pints and assessing the current state of world by evaluating the people around him.  And though last week he mistook the man walking his dog past the cafe for a Serbian spy sought by MI6 -- come on, Q, you have to admit he looked just like him! -- Alec sees his work, though tedious at times, essential. He’s considering adding James, who just retired, to the club, but he’s not quite grumpy enough yet to meet the minimum standards of the GOGC. Maybe next recruiting season. Â
