James Bond lives where?
The name’s Bond. Gunnar Bond. Licensed to…operate a Bond museum above a car-parts shop in Nybro Sweden.
T he glamorous destination is a staple of the James Bond movie. But my quest for 007 has led me to the small
Swedish city of Nybro, population 13,000, and to an auto shop on an industrial estate.
When I arrive, snowflakes still melting on my clothes, I enter to find the place deserted and silent. I decide to take a look around. On the left-hand side of the garage space are shelves stacked with regular car accessories: brake disks, replacement headlamps, plastic bottles of motor oil and the like. Over on the other side of the room, however, things get considerably more interesting – there are martini glasses, packs of playing cards, bottles of aftershave, books, posters and other items of merchandise, every little bit of it etched, emblazoned, stamped or printed with a 007™ logo. Engrossed in all the Bond paraphenalia, I’m startled when a figure appears at the back of the workshop, scaring the living daylights out of me.
I resist the urge to say I’ve been expecting him, and stretch out my hand in greeting. This is the man formerly known as Gunnar Schäfer, but following a successful change of name in 2007, now
Gunnar Bond James Schäfer. To colleagues and locals, it’s plain Mr Bond, including at the neighbourhood pizzeria, where he convinced the owners to create a special 007 pizza. The 56-year-old Swede actually makes a very passable, Timothy Daltonesque Bond – he’s slim and strong looking, with a chiselled jaw and sweptback hair – but this is obviously a dress-down day. Instead of the tuxedo, he’s wearing a black zip-up cardigan and plain black trousers, like something Bond might wear after an alpine ski session. Or a day spent doing odd jobs in a shop that sells car parts.
It’s not just a car-parts shop though – the space also doubles as Gunnar’s very own James Bond museum and gift shop. “I thought we could start with a little video,” he says and leads me through to a 20-seat cinema. From the self-produced film that follows, it becomes clear that this Bond thing is more than just a hobby.
He drives a car with the number plate 007 JB. He named his house GoldenEye, after Bond author Ian Fleming’s Jamaican residence, and has the number 007 above the door. Confusingly, he actually lives at´number ten.
Gunnar dates the start of his obsession to 1965, when his older brother took him to see his first Bond film. Its fruition didn’t come until almost 40 years later, when in 2003 he opened his museum.
The impressive collection runs to some 40,000 pieces and includes a pistol used in The Man with the Golden Gun, a 007 toilet with Bond silhouette in mosaic on thefloor, and a bar area, where vodka martinis are served to Bond fans and non-fans alike, along with the opportunity to play