More James Bond than John Le Carre, the title of this tale of wannabe spies and after-dinner orgies in Swinging Sixties London suggests that truth, like beauty, resides in the eye of the beholder. Keeler's determination to position herself squarely at the centre of Cold War politics is just one hilarious aspect of what is a delightfully gossipy romp, jauntily told, and brilliantly read by the dusky-voiced Honor Blackman - an inspired choice.