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“My dear Mary look here, do not be afraid 'tis but a boy- yet the villain scowls so plainly in his face would it not be a kindness to the country to hang him at once?" 

Chris Lines drove over the Sahara Desert before the first Paris – Dakar rally. He worked in Baghdad and the Iraqi Desert before Saddam Hussein came to power and saw the Ziggurat before the nutter knocked it down. He has worked and travelled in Africa, South America and the Middle East, spent 15 years in corporate, commercial and short film production (mainly in sound and post), exhibited at the Brasilia film festival in 1979 and 1980 and won a prize for a short film in Minas Gerais (Brazil) in 1980. Some years ago he decided that his true destiny (after all this time) was to be in front of the camera as an actor. He has a penchant for historical drama, keeps getting cast as either ghosts, the dead or those roles destined to die and is determined to convince screen writers that old actors do not simply fade away and so should be given more screen time. He trains with David Johnson in Manchester on an ongoing basis.

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