(2002)
#ClassismHumour
By Stanley Collymore I love you not only because you’re… intelligent, kind and a truly fant… in every conceivable way there is… because I’m inherently an utterly
By Stanley Collymore Yes! I am a young woman of 27 but… it’s quite obvious to me that many… think that you know me can’t see,… believe or even willing to accept…
By Stanley Collymore What a sad bunch of sick, twisted and delusional Brexiteers! Just a few weeks ago it was all
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 In our respective white-Caucasian… democratically run countries: comm… and collectively by those of us tr… most privileged also to be an inte…
By Stanley Collymore What a sad and pitiable state the world is currently and generally in when people, and distinctly children are knowingly allowed to…
By Stanley Collymore This pathetic, psychopathic narcissist, who effectively perceptibly thought the obviously best way to essentially
By Stanley Collymore There are those who pass through l… without making any kind of impact whatsoever– you, however, are not among them Anja;
By Stanley Collymore There’s no such thing, unless you… be so, as good or bad publicity; j… the exceptionally clever and the p… have always known its true value,…
By Stanley Collymore Crimes against humanity, never were and still aren’t the sole preserve of non-whites either collectively or globally, n…
By Stanley Collymore I blame the British educational system actually! Really Daily Mail? Seriously duly future kings and queens; for no other rea…
By Stanley Collymore Lift your eyes inspirationally tow… always remember who you are and wh… came from. Measure your capabiliti… successes not through the flatteri…
By Stanley Collymore Lift your voice unapologetically u… clamour: triumphant and unambiguou… perceived status as a proud female… and flagrantly let the entire worl…
By Stanley Collymore I can’t think of a time when I enjoyed myself so much at someone else’s expense– other than, of course,
By Stanley Collymore You’re no stranger to me even though we’ve only just met; for you’re the type of person