Guernsey Poets

We buy the Telegraph each day although, each day, it’s one day late but we don’t mind, we keep abreast with all things English anyway ...

Boris, Boris, Brontosaurus, crashing blindly through the forest, hair askew, complexion pinked, destination indistinct, doesn’t know tha...

The worm has turned on Project Fear to smash the European idea but now it's "gone Pete Tong" they're telling us the vot...

The vocal majority angry and aggrieved, Voted with their feet And wanted to leave, Tired of the ‘haves’ patronisation and hypocrisy, The...

A house of cards is bound to fall: it’s insubstantial after all, and so it shall The UK card’s the first to go: that will disturb the s...