Middle name: Danger.
Sex: Yes, please.
Profession: Internationally renowned swinging photographer for Fab magazine by day; the ultimate gentlemen spy by night.
Literary works: Swedish-Made Penis Enlargers And Me: This Sort of Thing Is My Bag Baby.
Alias: Ritchie Cunningham.
Nemesis: Dr Evil.
How does he manage his swinging lifestyle?
His mojo - it's the crucial green slime that enables him to remember the steps to the Mummy-Daddy dance. It was stolen by Dr Evil in an attempt to neutralise him.
With or without his mojo, exactly how super a spy is he?
His previous record is pretty good. In 1965 he posed as a Dutch cheese expert to stop Dr Evil poisoning the world's water supply. And after being thawed out in 1997 he and agent Vanessa Kensington discovered Dr Evil's secret lair inside Las Vegas-based Virtucon corporation. From Friday, see him in action at a cinema near you, in his latest film The Spy Who Shagged Me.
Still, his face is curiously familiar. Where have I seen him before?
The unsophisticated might think that he bears a faint resemblance to his eternal foe Dr Evil; and under the layers of blubber, a hugely overweight Scottish soldier called Fat Bastard might be a distant relation. But in no way does he have any family connection to Wayne Campbell, the presenter of a cable-access TV show from Aurora, Illinois. And no one in their right mind would confuse him with Mike Myers, a moderately famous Canadian comedian.
Do say: Any 60s gibberish that comes into your head.
Don't say: "All right, guards, begin the unnecessarily Slow-Moving Dipping Mechanism!"
Austin Powers in a nutshell: "Help! I'm in a nutshell! How did I get into this bloody great big nutshell? What kind of shell has a nut like this?"
