Gotta love an old-school hustler ... er ... actor.
Here's the story.
Reminds Bob of the time he was shooting a film in the mid-80s. Sitting on a piece of cardboard, one of those blue and white Greek diner cups at his feet, freezing his chops off as the camera crew set up across the street. He made a buck twenty five. Not exactly scale, but what the heck.
And that's as close to being like Sir Ian as Bob is ever likely to get.