I feel that an understanding could be reached with Germany which would result in a lasting peace with Europe and believe that a German victory is preferable to a British and Soviet victory.
Colin: American girls would seriously dig me with my cute British accent.
Eastern Muslim countries, such as Indonesia and Malaysia, are relative success stories, as they are not afflicted by the Arab heritage of retreat and humiliation at the hands of the French, Spanish, British, Turks, and Persians.
British men are peacocks. You see a lot more style on the streets here than you see anywhere else, on every level.
In 1973 we moved to the British Isle of Man, and I put my first band together for one year, named Melody Fair.
I think it would be a problem if Hollywood was casting British actors only as villains; if that were the case, then certainly there would be cause for concern.
I'm actually half Brit and half American. I have a British father and an American mother, but as far as I'm aware, no Middle Eastern blood.
The United States can tell you all about what's wrong with the British, to say nothing of the Russians.
It is unthinkable to have a British countryside that doesn't have actual functioning farmers riding tractors, cows in fields, things like that.
I never worked with a dialogue coach before, but I'd hate it if an American did a British accent and didn't do it well. It would be insulting.
Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans are not British in sensibility.
Most British cheeses are now vegetarian and are labelled accordingly. However, French and Italian manufacturers still tend to use rennet.
You know what? I'm really attracted to British women, there's something innately proper about them. However badly they behave their accent is so cute that it makes up for everything!
As British and French imperialism ebbed following the end of the Second World War, America became the main outside player in Arab affairs.
She picked up the stout and took a sip. It slid down her throat like silk.
Mirabelle sat down, dropping into the cushions like a ball being caught in a large leather glove.
If there’s one shade a woman of colour can’t wear it’s got to be the one everyone expects, hasn’t it?
I like you in green,’ he said. ‘You look as if you’re a very beautiful imp.’
A chap wouldn’t hole up in Occupied France just to get away from his wife, Vesta.
The good thing about the aristocracy – German or English – was that they were easily traced, Mirabelle thought.
He tasted of whisky and his skin was rough where he hadn’t shaved, but Mirabelle kissed him back.
