By Stanley Collymore With the consummate charm, panache and unassuming genius of the Irish you’ve carved out an empire all your own– but one,

By Stanley Collymore I know that I’ve no legal or mora… claims on you, as the only attachm… have to you at present is the love… share for each other– because the

By Stanley Collymore You were expressly and happily bot… and cheerfully welcomed into Barba… where by no means whatever you were literally indigenous to our C…

By Stanley Collymore What in Hell’s name is a royal hi… In fact, come to that, what the bl… hell too is a royal? Discernibly t… me they’re utterly meaningless

By Stanley Collymore The fount of knowledge is the gold… fleece that all intelligent minds… to discover; your personal odyssey in this regard Antje and the zeal

By Stanley Collymore Why is the United Kingdom the only country that seems to actually have, so many ribbons to cut? No other countries…

By Stanley Collymore The reassuring warmth and comforti… spontaneously, naturally, exciting… enthusiastically radiate are wondr… and as personal experiences to tho…

By Stanley Collymore Quite honestly, what really is the genuine purpose of any, and clearly, distinctively so, specifically given their irrefutab…

By Stanley Collymore Everyone with a working brain, and who sensibly knows how to employ it knows that when a

By Stanley Collymore I sincerely hope that we don’t rea… end up with the usual outcome in situations like this one: profuse but actually insincere and meaning…

By Stanley Collymore Dreams are the secret messengers o… our thoughts; and the frequency with which I dream about you underscores the

By Stanley Collymore The Palestinians quite evidently having had their country taken from them and clearly to this actual day still barbarically subj…

By Stanley Collymore What a completely brain dead, sycophantic and such a thorough load of utter garbage! This Brexit

By Stanley Collymore Money, Money, Money! It’s the Yid person’s thing! Isn’t it as such simply just that Gary Goldsmith and sibling Carole? Act…

By Stanley Collymore Meanwhile, the braindead British peasants, tugging their forelocks and also other things when they