The report by the secretary of the Cabinet into the workings of the Government Communications Security Bureau is as dry as one of 007's trademark dry martinis.
The Bond similarities end there. Rebecca Kitteridge's 72-page report paints a rather different version of Spookdom than Ian Fleming's - a place in which Aston Martins do not sit idling in the bureau's basement garage and where raw recruits cannot look forward to toting their trusty Berettas on assignment in some tropical clime.
The closest equivalent to "M" is the ludicrously overworked, over-titled but all influential "deputy director of mission enablement".
Miss Moneypenny is Bill English in drag. The fiscal squeeze applied by the finance minister would do Oddjob proud. The GCSB is like any other government agency. There is no money, not even pennies.
Indeed, Kitteridge's report paints the bureau as less On Her Majesty's Secret Service and more like Gliding On. Her recommendations for lifting performance are solid and sensible, if at times overcoated with managerial-speak.