My freshman roommate was George Lazenby's first cousin. And he was, as it happened, the most Bond-like person in our dorm -- hot German GF, penchant for danger (rock-climbing mainly), handsome, and chose elegant methods of retribution (when I splatted his GF with a water balloon, he later removed my jeans from their drawer, soaked them and then froze them into a solid block in a deep freeze). Fun times.