By Stanley Collymore Altruism is the art of being a saint, irrespective of what the devil anyone else thinks about what

By Stanley Collymore We first met in Springtime, appro… things themselves, already in acco… come into full bloom and new life… fresh and appealing surge of optim…

By Stanley Collymore I've just undergone the most unexp… exhilarating experience I could ev… imagined or earnestly hoped for wh… of all things being on holiday; to…

By Stanley Collymore Just because you are her biologica… mother doesn’t in the least sense unquestionably automatically, authoritatively, irrefutably and m…

By Stanley Collymore Let me hold you once more and feel the warm vibrations of a past that’s still alive in me but which is ebbing away

By Stanley Collymore In reality we’re actually complete… other not having previously met or… to one another before, yet intrins… quite astonishingly strange, altho…

By Stanley Collymore The ignorant baby boomers have got a new hero who is called Laurence Fox; with lots of these simpletons

By Stanley Collymore From bitter arguments and sullen d… very serious impairment of what we… fractured relations with people wi… they’re supposedly blood-related t…

By Stanley Collymore To sit and speak openly about the… meaningful relationship you’d like to have with someone who says they love you then carefully

By Stanley Collymore Another day at my ideal workplace; Another day working from home. Another day, of doing nothing; But blessedly, it sure as Hell

By Stanley Collymore The British Monarchy has quite routinely rather successfully exploited, usually bribed and evidently used the mass media…

By Stanley Collymore Young, vibrant and intelligent: an… of wit, charm and savoir faire tha… a natural sophistication well beyo… years, you Christine stroll majest…

By Stanley Collymore It’s quite possible, I know, to l… than once and do so in many differ… ways; but my love for you is uniqu… and grows stronger by the day.

By Stanley Collymore There are loads of things that we all of us get disgruntled with and generally moan about; sometimes it’s really justi…

By Stanley Collymore Oh the sweet irony of that, taking into consideration the rather untimely, and dubiously explained death of your