(2002)
#ClassismHumour
By Stanley Collymore He’s white, British, sixty two ye… Oxfordshire England with his fema… year-old daughter; oh and in case… name is Kevin Sheehan. Kevin to t…
By Stanley Collymore Death should not be something we fear. Since we will all die, as there’s no getting away from it! So why not make our last…
By Stanley Collymore I don’t know your marital status a… circumstances I’m equally unaware… same I’m inclined not to care; for… overriding desire: selfish though…
By Stanley Collymore, No one: either an adult or a child… the entitled right within a store, supermarket or basically anywhere else for that matter to s…
By Stanley Collymore Don’t try taking me for granted as… doing and I’m fully aware is your… readily agree that you have a numb… even innovative things that you wa…
By Stanley Collymore The truth is as alien to you as every other decent thing in
By Stanley Collymore Hard at times really for me to actually believe it’s the 21st Century with what I rather unbelievably simply see going on a…
By Stanley Collymore A virus quite mysteriously in leag… with the implementation of Nazi an… regimes in the vast majority of th… western nations,resolutely and un…
By Stanley Collymore “Help us please! We can’t get on Facebook and clearly haven’t eaten for some five hours!” I quite personally do feel sorry f…
By Stanley Collymore Deep in our our hearts, closeted within our remote recesses is hidden the burning fantasy and even the hope of seeing someon…
By Stanley Collymore You floated into my life like a dream– now unhappily I’m left with the rather rude awakening of
By Stanley Collymore William is boring, bald and serially bad tempered; clearly egregiously arrogant and obsessively entitled.
By Stanley Collymore You weren’t planned it’s true and… to you was white and your father B… an engaged woman. However, her per… self-evident initially as she neve…
By Stanley Collymore Please hold me close, so I can fe… comforting warmth of your body next to mine and reciprocate with the intensity and
By Stanley Collymore Ridiculed and scorned it was you That gave me the inspiration To carry on – for in their Intense hatred of you,