Self-proclaimed bibliophile, culture nut and nerdfighter. English lit. and linguistics geek. Future career in publishing.
There's precious little to spend your money on in the Drakensberg Mountains and I got back to London with my £4,000 earnings almost intact. Now was my chance to put things right. I went straight up to Sheffield to see Dominique. She was eight years old and mad about horses, according to her grandmother, Claire (that was obviously not something she'd inherited from me), and for the first time I felt I could do something for her. The pony I bought her from the proceeds of Zulu turned out to be the first step in what would prove to be a very satisfying career for Dominique.
- The Elephant to Hollywood
Chapter 5, p. 61
Note: The review below was taken directly from my Goodreads account.
(It's not really that much of a review though.)
Basically, Sir Michael Caine is one of the most wonderful men in the world. And we both love Humphrey Bogart and rate Casablanca as our number one favourite movie, so that makes him twice as awesome.