Kelli looking Gangsta XD

"But even as a little kid, like most kids, I thought it would be great to be an actor but I think that's quite often a common fantasia for children. But the fact that it all actually happened and that various things fell into place is quite extraordinary. In the middle of all of this I'm still amazed my career eventuated - considering where I come from."

Roth grew up worlds away from the entertainment business. His mother, Anne, is a teacher and landscape painter, and father Ernie, is a journalist. The family grew up in middle class London. Roth attended school in Brixton where he found he had...

The gripes of Roth
By Michele Manelis View as one page 4:00 AM Friday Jan 22, 2010 Facebook
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Tim Roth has enjoyed the switch from big screen roles to a TV series. fotografia / SuppliedTim Roth, estrela of Lie To Me, returns to his segundo season as Dr Cal Lightman, genius psychologist who deciphers micro-expressions to obtain the truth from veteran criminals. He may not always be the smartest guy in the room, but he probably knows mais than anyone else.

In a role some say this London-born actor was destined to play, Roth, 48, is having the time of his life. "What I like about the second...

The uneasy silence continued when all three entered the house.

Gillian went and perched on the edge of a chair whilst Emily stomped her way through to the kitchen.

Cal made a quick appraisal and decided to tackle the easier of the two problems por following his daughter through to the kitchen.

“Still sulking are we, daughter of mine?”

Emily was standing at the cozinha sink getting a glass of water, she had her back to her father and made no effort to reply or turn to acknowledge Cal in any way.

“Cum on Em, whatsup? I was always under the impression that you secretly wanted this to happen”...

Cal stood motionless in the middle of his library, his freshly opened bottle of cerveja dangling loosely from his finger tips.

Gillian’s parting retort was still stinging him and his already bruised and sleep deprived brain was desperately trying to work out what the hell had just happened.
Gaining a better grip on his cerveja he went and threw himself back onto his couch.
God he was tired. Afghanistan, travelling, lying (to Emily, Zoe, Gill and..most of all himself) and he was certainly too tired to exit his sanctuary and return to the bloody festivities that were ensuing outside.

Guilt got the better...