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I am seriously in love with Sir Michael Caine!
A great actor and what a hottie!!!! hee hee hee
Just try to avoid the big cities Sir Michael, they are almost as bad as the UK.
Why do you think the G20 wanted to kill “Tax Havens”?
If there are none, where do you go?
Its feeling like the 70’s all over again.
When you combine Sean Connery, Michael Caine and Christopher Plummer in a John Houston epic based on a Rudyard Kipling short story, you've got a formula for big success...
A pint of bitter...in a thin glass!
Thats just income tax, not including all of the other taxes they have to pay to keep the jihadi’s on welfarte. Their VAT and sales taxes are horrendus.
Layabouts, the Brits just have a way with coming up with that highly descriptive word.
This reminds me of the Socialism 101 lesson I’m currently getting at home.
My roommate decided to quit her job. Spent past 3 months just hibernating in her room.
When I told her that her share of the rent was going up $25 (our lease was renewed), she exclaimed, “Well, YOU’RE the one working, so YOU should cover it!”
(She ain’t gonna be my roommate much longer.)
"Right! I want one squad of riflemen inside the redoubt as reserve. Rest of the company form ranks and fire at my command!"
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You've been bitten by a bit of conservatism, my friend.
Welcome to getting "mugged" by Big Brother in Britain.
Whatever you do, don't move to the U.S. because all of you Brits do is bring your liberal ideas here and demand we Neanderthals adopt them.
Try Canada, they're not as bad -- yet.
Caine's father (Maurice Micklewhite Sr.) spent 11 years in the Army:
And it all started so unpromisingly. When he was born Maurice Joseph Micklewhite in the charity wing of St Olaves Hospital, Rotherhithe, just after 10am on Tuesday, March 14th, 1933, he was something of a mess. His dad, also Maurice, had served seven years in India with the Royal Horse Artillery then returned to marry Ellen Maria Burchell a local charlady. At the time of the boy's birth, dad was unemployed but soon got a job as a porter at Billingsgate fish market, where the Micklewhites had laboured for 200 years.
1940 saw the Blitz begin in deadly earnest. First came the bombs on parachutes, then the terrifying doodlebugs and finally the murderous V-2 rocket. Maurice Sr was called back to the Royal Artillery, returned after the disaster of Dunkirk, then left again to join the 8th Army in North Africa. They would not see him for another 4 years.
Michael Caine's combat in the Korean War:
Maurice's (Michael Caine) second tour of duty coincided with a major Chinese offensive. At one point he and his buddy were firing a machine-gun into a solid wall of men. There must have been fatalities. Then, patrolling No Man's Land at night, his patrol were cut off from their own lines by Chinese soldiers and spent horrible, endless hours in the darkness waiting for the sound of their deadly enemies and the tell-tale scent of the garlic that all the opposing army habitually chewed (for years afterwards, even in Hollywood, the smell of garlic would give Michael Caine the fear).
After one boiling summer and one freezing winter of death, disgust and raging fear, he was demobbed and returned to the family prefab at the Elephant. It was now 1952. He got a job in a butter factory, tipping crates of butter into a vat. Mentioning his acting ambition to an older co-worker he was given a sterling piece of advice - read The Stage, a magazine that could be bought on Fridays at Solosy's bookshop on Charing Cross Road. This he did and, sitting in Leicester Square, noted that the only suitable vacancy was for an assistant stage manager who'd also play small roles for a company in Horsham, a small provincial town to the south of the capital. This could be it, his first professional job in theatre. The world had seen the last of Maurice Micklewhite, from now on he would be. . . um . . . er . . . something more acceptably middle-class and thespian, like Michael Scott. Sending off a photo under this new moniker, he waited.
Welcome to American!
If only more people would talk like this guy. When someone else owns more of your labor than you do, that is SLAVERY.
Zulu.