Author Profile: Darryl Marsch

Darryl Marsch is a husband, father, lawyer, and Bond fan living in Frisco, Texas. Follow him on instagram at @darrylrmarsch

Mission Report: Goldeneye – the return

April 26th, 2024 by

Darryl Marsch reports on his second visit to Goldeneye Resort, from where he recently returned. Crescent moonlight reflected milkily off of my companion as she swam.  By day, the lagoon at Goldeneye sparkled like an aquamarine, but at midnight, its waters only faintly glinted like a shiny, black onyx.  My companion jackknifed her body under […]

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No Time to Die: 007 Greek mythology Easter Eggs explain the storyline of James Bond 25

June 29th, 2023 by

Was the most recent Bond film influenced by Greek mythology? Darryl Marsch presents a strong case that it did.  Nothing epitomizes “epic” more than a James Bond film, except for Greek mythology, which provides the foundation for a great deal of western storytelling. I rewatched No Time to Die, the latest installment of the James […]

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Mission Report: Goldeneye – part 3

June 15th, 2023 by

The third and final instalment from Darryl Marsch on his recent assignment to Goldeneye Resort.  Also see: part 1 and part 2 The next morning saw a typical James Bond breakfast of scrambled eggs and buttered toast. After which, our man, Oniel, collected us for a journey into Ocho Rios, where we arranged to ride […]

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Mission Report: Goldeneye – part 2

June 8th, 2023 by

The second instalment of Darryl Marsch’s report on his recent assignment to Goldeneye Resort.  Read part 1 of this series The next morning, we returned and breakfasted on ackee and salt fish, which may be the national dish of Jamaica. It was a favorite of Fleming’s, and I speculate so because it tastes of spicy […]

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Mission Report: Goldeneye – part 1

May 31st, 2023 by

Darryl Marsch reports on his recent assignment to Goldeneye Resort in Jamaica.  The Boeing 737-800 touched down at Sangster International Airport at precisely 2:17 p.m., local time. My eyes glanced away from the dark-brown dial of my Seamaster Diver and fixed on the azure-blue sky above Montego Bay that peeked between the airport’s boxy terminal […]

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