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Movies, for the simple reason most of whats made these days are crap, or are remakes of old classics.

Where are todays actors and actresses with the glamour and charisma of yesteryear, wont bother naming the greats, you know who I mean.

And the nostalgia's crap, as well; grumpy old men don't know they're born nowadays.

Where are the auld gits in the flat caps with voices like gravel, skin like moss, and spittle like Brent crude?

they all work on power projects out in the saudi desert...

a recently hired engineer came on board and I heard the brits mumbling like in a prison yard: 'have ye seen 'Greengrass'?' and sure 'nuff he was a ringer for the character in the hit comedy series; an old rogue in a flat cap constantly in trouble with the local constables...

but thus far he's had a positive impact on our operation here although back home in yorkshire he may drink too much and steal candy from little kids...

I think you'l find he's a great bloke to work with.

He was my role model, and encouraged me into engineering, and subsequently to set up my own business. All I know about management I learnt from his show

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https://www.google.com/search?q=pictures+of+thaddeus+stevens&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a

I was in business class comin' over here and saw that the film 'Lincoln' was available on the super delux entertainment system...and I had read about it and wanted to see it...but I had studied the American Civil War and thought and I knew that I didn't want to be reminded of the brutality of that conflict; when one gets beyond the schoolboy admiration of the J.E.B Stuart cavalry charges there is the misery of defeat and Thaddeus Stevens who looks like a site manager on a project that I ran up against in Qatar some years ago and the realization that the misery didn't end with the punishment from the likes of him when the south was already prostrate in defeat...

the irony is that Tommy Lee Jones who plays the role of Stevens is from Texas, a southern boy who would have rided with JEB Stuart as a gung ho cavalryman and superb horseman, slashing and thrusting with his saber...

the divide between the south and the rest of America still exists; they are rural and ignorant but are still proud and defiant...and that really makes me sad....

I should mention that I was born in Tennessee and when I returned to high school in Nashville in 1967 people were polite and looked at me like an exotic specimen but some approached and said 'where are you from then?' and I said: ' born right here in Nashville at the St Thomas Hospital...' and then I saw their lips curl in derision and reply 'yeah, sure...'

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yeah...this is actually a great story...a cute girl at the high school in Nashville was in the 'young journalists' club and wanted to do an article on the new 'foreign' students for the school newspaper and she thought that I was making fun of her when I said that I was born there...

she must have complained to her boyfriend who was captain of the basketball squad and who I ran into when buying beer one Saturday night: 'yew been disrespectful to mah girl and it's gotta stop' he was a tall rangey guy in perfect shape and I knew that I'd have trouble if I challenged him to a duel out in the parking lot...

and I said: 'relax...quite simply, yer girlfriend is very attractive and I just wanted to attract her attention...' and it was true that she had nice equipment and liked to wear pleated skirts that swayed seductively as she sashayed down the school corridors so that one could not say that I was doing a chickenshite number... but jesuz, what a vicious bitch sorta like Bette Davis in Jezebel pitting two innocent and pitiful souls together and expecting that the requirements of 'honor' shall be observed...

nothing more was said and I finished the term and returned to California where a whole new array of problems awaited me...

'oh...childe Harold to the dark tower came!...'

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I should mention that I was born in Tennessee and when I returned to high school in Nashville in 1967 people were polite and looked at me like an exotic specimen but some approached and said 'where are you from then?' and I said: ' born right here in Nashville at the St Thomas Hospital...' and then I saw their lips curl in derision and reply 'yeah, sure...'

If they knew that you went on to become Thai Visa poster of the year, those rednecks would be kicking themselves for not welcoming you to the fold.

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I should mention that I was born in Tennessee and when I returned to high school in Nashville in 1967 people were polite and looked at me like an exotic specimen but some approached and said 'where are you from then?' and I said: ' born right here in Nashville at the St Thomas Hospital...' and then I saw their lips curl in derision and reply 'yeah, sure...'

If they knew that you went on to become Thai Visa poster of the year, those rednecks would be kicking themselves for not welcoming you to the fold.
UG, I know that the autobiog of US Grant (who was a field commander and saw the extent of the slaughter) is your favorite read and that you know what I'm talkin' about regarding the misery and suffering of the civil war...I got it down loaded onto me kindle just sittin' there and I just got to shift me heid away from the mesmerizing absurdity of David Foster Wallace's 'Infinite Jest"...dumbshite yankee bastid...
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It may well be all the major sporting competitions are staged , but there is always the boys playing fitba in the park , or walking in at halftime to see the Kiddieminster Harriers , or even sheding a tear at paradise . I will even confess to having a wee greet during the sunday matinee showing of The Croods with ma boy last week , but give me Almadovar any night .

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good god in heaven...I never thought that a treatment like that would be possible...Aldomovar pulled out all the stops...

but is a mexican song (not spanish) with a distinct indigenous flavor...and there was the gringa that popularised it in north America...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xl84wjM8z8

thanks for sharing that one 'luke...the song is usually known as a coarse 'corrida' backed up by a mariachi band with loud horn playing... and the heart wrenching lyrics often get lost in the commotion...

like the narcotraficantes and bandits in the Sonora desert who have lost their humanity and now are only to be feared...

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and here's tutsi in a bar in Mexico City with his london lady paramour and some evil-looking characters who had been checking us out started to make a move...tutsi stood up to show his bulk and patted what could have been a weapon in his pocket and said: 'gather up yer <deleted> as we gotsta get outta her quick-like...' and she said: 'whatchoo on about? folks are friendly and I wanna finish me tequila...' and I sez: 'put it down and do like I tell ye...'

and then we got back to our hotel on Calle Uruguay and got some ice and cracked open a boddle and she said: 'whatchoo worried about? everyone was friendly at that place and blah, blah...' and I sez: 'I read the signs my darling, those dudes were either gangsters or off duty policemen and if we hadn't hoofed it you would have certainly ended up as the filling in someone's taco the next morning...'

and then she put her arms around my neck and said: 'you may be a fool but you are my hero...what time should we head back to the anthropological museum tmw?'and I sez: 'fcukit, lets drink and have sex all night and decide in the morning...' and then there were wild jazzmen with horns and percussion...

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hey, man...I ain't afraid to be scared when there is some bad <deleted> around...I remember having the little niece enfolded in my arms trudging down lower suk one evening when a taxi driver tried to cheat us and I had said to him: 'we got small children in the car' and almost lost it; grab the keys and throw them outta the car then manouevre meself to smash his face with my feet but I just grabbed the little niece and fled...pretty scared about what I may have done...

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hey, man...I ain't afraid to be scared when there is some bad <deleted> around...I remember having the little niece enfolded in my arms trudging down lower suk one evening when a taxi driver tried to cheat us and I had said to him: 'we got small children in the car' and almost lost it; grab the keys and throw them outta the car then manouevre meself to smash his face with my feet but I just grabbed the little niece and fled...pretty scared about what I may have done...

aye just freeze and remember , take e care of the young wee ,

did I just talk a bunch ? so <deleted> it im going ahead

http://youtu.be/f5IRI4oHKNU

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excellent selection...back in 1965 we always tried to look cool and the Saturday night air was heavy with violence...

the little niece these days would squirm out of my protective embrace and find a weapon to smash the offending taxi driver...and then she would look to see that he was seriously injured and then take my hand and say: 'uncle tutsi, lets get outta her before the police arrive...'

she never did as well in school as I woulda liked but goddam ain't no one gonna mess with her...

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hey, guys I'm a yank that ended up in the english midlands and the PD James on the telly useta scare the dickens outta me...

I would duck down under the covers and the wife would be knitting furiously and she would say: 'get up ye bastid...we still got supper t'think about...'

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