Terry Staunton, Uncut, May 1998
IT'S A CHILLY, misty morning, as dawn breaks across old London town. Terence Stamp, tie loosened and top shirt button undone, lounges in the back of a black cab speeding over the Thames, on his way home to the Belgravia bachelor pad he shares with Michael Caine, after another successful night of "swinging". If they'd been around at the time, Rialto could have provided the perfect soundtrack.
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