The word British is an adjective referring in various ways to the United Kingdom or the island of Great Britain and its people and language.
Grace Anne Helbig (born September 27, 1985) is an American comedian, actress and internet personality. She is best known for creating the My Damn Channel web series Daily Grace and as a correspondent on Attack of the Show! on the G4 network.
Grace Anne Helbig was born on September 27, 1985 in South Jersey to John Helbig and Theresa McGinnis. Helbig has an older brother, John, and a younger brother, Tim. Her parents divorced when she was about three years old. From her parents' remarriages, Helbig has a stepfather, Bill, and a stepmother, Maureen. She attended Gateway Regional High School in Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, where she played on the varsity tennis team. At a later time, she earned money teaching tennis to children.
In 2003, Helbig began studying at Ramapo College in Mahwah, NJ. It was there that she met her friend and creative partner, Michelle Vargas. During her college years, she took improv classes at the People's Improv Theater in New York City. She started her first improv and sketch comedy groups with some of her college friends. She was a semi-finalist in the 2005 Miss New Jersey USA beauty pageant.
British people (also referred to as the British, Britons, or informally as Brits or Britishers) are citizens or natives of the United Kingdom, of the Isle of Man, of any of the Channel Islands, or of any of the British overseas territories, and their descendants.British nationality law governs modern British citizenship and nationality, which can be acquired, for instance, by birth in the UK or by descent from British nationals. When used in a historical context, the term British people refers to the ancient Britons, the indigenous inhabitants of Great Britain south of the Forth.
Although early assertions of being British date from the Late Middle Ages, the creation of the Kingdom of Great Britain in 1707 triggered a sense of British national identity. The notion of Britishness was forged during the Napoleonic Wars between Britain and the First French Empire, and developed further during the Victorian era. The complex history of the formation of the United Kingdom created a "particular sense of nationhood and belonging" in Great Britain; Britishness became "superimposed on much older identities", of English, Scots and Welsh cultures, whose distinctiveness still resist notions of a homogenised British identity. Because of longstanding ethno-sectarian divisions, British identity in Northern Ireland is controversial, but it is held with strong conviction by unionists.
John Cantlie is a British war photographer and correspondent who was kidnapped by British Islamic extremists while crossing into Syria on July 19, 2012, near Bab al Hawa. Along with Dutch photographer Jeroen Oerlemans, Cantlie was shot while trying to escape their captors. In an interview with The Sun newspaper on 26 August 2012 Cantlie said it was "every Englishman's duty to try and escape if captured." Both photographers claimed they were about to be handed over to a jihad unit affiliated with al-Qaeda for ransom when they were rescued by the Free Syrian Army. Cantlie's kidnap is the first recorded case of a British journalist being held, shot and then rescued from fellow Britons during the revolutions of the Arab Spring.
The pair were held by the jihad group al-Dawla al-Islamiyya (The Islamic State) whose leader, Abo Mohamad Al-Shami, encouraged British Muslims to join the group to fight a Holy War against the government of Bashar al-Assad. It is alleged the group used the cover of online aid agencies to smuggle European fighters across the Turkish border into Syria. In an account in The Sunday Times on 5 August 2012, Cantlie wrote: "I ended up running for my life, barefoot and handcuffed, while British jihadists - young men with south London accents - shot to kill. They were aiming their Kalashnikovs at a British journalist, Londoner against Londoner in a rocky landscape that looked like the Scottish Highlands. Bullets kicking up dirt as I ran. A bullet through my arm, another grazing my ear. And not a Syrian in sight. This wasn't what I had expected."
Oerlemans was shot in the left leg and Cantlie in the left arm during their escape attempt, Cantlie suffering ulnar nerve palsy (loss of feeling and use to the hand) as a result. In an account of the shooting, Oerlemans says some of the British Muslims stood over him holding a rock as though to smash it onto his head and shouted, "die, kaffir, die!" Oerlemans then stated that "the British guys were the most vindictive of them all." They were taken back to the camp where a fighter who claimed to be an NHS doctor stabilized them and treated their wounds. The pair said the doctor gave them information and extra food. Cantlie later wrote in the October 2012 edition of FHM magazine that this was Stockholm Syndrome, where a hostage befriends one or more of their captors.
They were subjected to mock executions, beaten and at one point believed they would be beheaded when their captors started sharpening knives. "I honestly thought that was it," Cantlie wrote in The Sunday Times. Then on 26 July, one week after being kidnapped, they were rescued by four members of the FSA. The rebels came into the camp shooting their weapons and held at least one jihad fighter at gunpoint while Cantlie and Oerlemans were helped into a waiting vehicle. Both photographers had to be assisted as their feet had been seriously injured when they tried to escape and neither could walk. They had lost all their camera equipment, passports and clothes in the incident, and were smuggled back across the border at a crossing used primarily by Syrian refugees. They were initially treated by a medic for the New York Times in Antakya before being debriefed by Turkish and then British intelligence.
One month later Abo Mohamad Al-Shami was killed in unclear circumstances, reportedly by an officer in the Farouq Brigades, a rival jihad group. Reports say he was kidnapped by the unit, held for three days and then executed by repeated stabbing in the stomach. His body was recovered and buried by his brother in the area near to the Syrian town of Samarda. There were unconfirmed reports of British special forces operating in the area at the same time, while the members of al-Dawla al-Islamiyya headed south for Homs or left Syria soon afterwards. On 9 October 2012 an individual suspected of being involved in the kidnap was arrested at Heathrow airport after arriving on a flight from Egypt.
This was Cantlie's second visit to Syria. In March 2012 he became the first Western photographer to witness first-hand an incursion by government ground troops into a city when T72 heavy tanks rolled in to the city of Saraquib in Idlib province and started shelling indiscriminately. In a feature in the Sunday Telegraph published on March 31, Cantlie wrote: "Then the tanks opened fire. Fist-sized pieces of shrapnel sliced through the air, decapitating one rebel immediately. His rifle clattered to the ground as his friends dragged his headless torso from the line of fire." To illustrate what the Syrian rebels were up against, Cantlie took a photograph looking down the barrel of an advancing T72. In an interview he later described taking the picture as "not terribly comfortable."
John Cantlie is the great grandson of Dr James Cantlie, who in 1896 was instrumental in the protection of the famous Chinese revolutionary Sun Yat Sen who would otherwise have been executed by the Chinese secret service. His grandfather, Colonel Kenneth Cantlie, designed the China Railways KF locomotive, at 260 tons the largest locomotive of post-war China that remained in service until 1972.
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Don't loose your head
It's all the limelights failing
Don't mess up
This time it's your making
Don't hold your breath
It's your weak mind sinking
Don't waste your tears
Since it's your hand craving
Don't hesitate or sway
It's broken loose
Coming your way
Standing by my window
Staring at your crime
Dial my number anytime
If you want somebody to lie
Tick Tock
I am waiting
There is a
Knife on the table
A song on the radio
Swift breeze on the window
Eyes on the wall
They seize us
in this town
all streets lead to sea
all girls and boys
leave by a.m. 3
in this town
all the rooftops glimmer
all the engines stop
and you hear the silence of your lover
in this town
How wise,
To think that we could blame
This circulating game
Don’t try to comprehand
This Foul treachery we’re in
How nice,
The breeze that licks your hair
The parfume that you wear
Don’t try to find the words
That
How nice,
The breeze that licks your hair
The parfume that you wear
Don’t try to find the words
That
Define the way we are
How wise,
To think that we could blame
This circulating game
Don’t try to comprehand
This
One of a kind
With morning light
Comes new born star
Drifting high
Fireworks and kites
Our time has come
The end is nigh
Don’t think you are
One of a kind
Dazed and drowned
Far from skies
Drifting high
Fireworks and kites
Our time has come
The end is nigh
Don’t think you are
One of a kind
Our time has come
baby whales are sailing the sea
they’d love to catch a glimpse of thee
hundreds of miles they traveled along with me
a mountain lies under the moon
my curious eyes will be over you soon
trembling trees have been watching you wait in gloom
blimps and kites are clouding the skies
you and i are clinging from stars
clusters of comets are whirling before our eyes
whispering on celluloid leaves
Winter calls
Renewal time
Mellow song
Don’t be long
Under age
Acting thrilled
Who knows why
Wisest lie
Rusted cage
Wrinkled eyes
Everything
Will be just fine
Is this is a sign?
Everything
(feat. Plein du Monde)
Si je tenais la goutte d'eau
Qui a fait d?border l'orage
De la grisaille des nuages
Donnant quarante jours de pluie
Si je tenais la goutte d'eau
Je ferais de ce bled sans ombre
Une oasis unique au monde
Pour que la force lui soit en vie
Et en vertu de ce cadeau
J'inviterais Dieu ? ma table
Ainsi que la rose des sables
A partager cette eau de vie
Je servirais l'eau ? pleins seaux
Je d?salt?rerais la chance
Cette assoiff?e de jouissances
Qui donne au r?ve du g?nie
Si je tenais la goutte d'eau
Qui a fait d?border l'orage
Par la gargouille des nuages
Donnant quarante jours de pluie
Si je tenais la goutte d'eau
Les sentiers deviendraient des fleurs
Et je t'apporterais la preuve
Qu'un don du ciel ne se tarit
Mes fardeaux seraient des radeaux
Le futur vivrait sans histoire
Et je t'inviterais ? croire
Que l'avenir vient d'un berceau
Toi qui acceptes le combat
D'une existence difficile
Entre les fils et le reptile
O? l'abondance est hors la loi
Si je tenais la goutte d'eau
Les sources auraient leur sanctuaire
Pour rappeler que sur la Terre
L'eau aide ? faire de vieux os
Et si j'avais cette goutte d'eau
J'enracinerais l'esp?rance
Pour r?colter la providence
Et l'espoir de sauver ma peau
Car j'ai peur que le manque d'eau
Aggrave encore l'insupportable
Puisque la soif est indomptable
Et la p?nurie un fl?au
Quand l'horizon retiendra l'eau
Ma terre deviendra une ?le
Et ce bonheur sera utile
Pour sortir la t?te de l'eau
Et ce bonheur sera fertile
Aaya Re Aaya Mara Piya Ghar Aaya 6
Ho Mare Aangna Me Man Mara Nache Re Ke Piya Ghar Aaya Re 2
Ho Me To Ho Gayi Ho Gayi Bawariya Re Ke Piya Ghar Aaya Re
Aaya Re Aaya Mara Piya Ghar Aaya 4
Saj Dhaj Ke Me Darpan Dekhu Khud Ki Nazar Utaru Re 2
Chhat Pe Bethi Sajana Teri Pal Pal Rah Nihanu Re
Ho Meri Gali Me, Ho Meri Gali Me
Meri Gali Me Ye Sor Macha Re Ke Piya Ghar Aaya Re
Ho Mare Aangna Me Man Mara Nache Re Ke Piya Ghar Aaya Re 2
Aaya Re Aaya Mara Piya Ghar Aaya 4
Sajan Aaya Re Sakhi Me Kai Manvar Karu
Chan Bharu Gaj Motiya, Upan Nain Dharu
Sawan Ki Rimzim Ye Bole, Milan Ki Rut Ab Aayi Re 2
Saam Dhale Kholega Gungata, Soch Ke Me Sarmayi Re
Ho Chanda Jake Tu, Ho Chanda Jake Tu. Ho Chanda Jake Kahi Pe Tu Chhupaja Re
Ke Piya Ghar Aaya Re
Ho Mare Aangna Me Man Mara Nache Re Ke Piya Ghar Aaya Re 2
Ho Me To Ho Gayi Ho Gayi Bawariya Re Ke Piya Ghar Aaya Re
Aaya Re Aaya Mara Piya Ghar Aaya 10
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