Stanley has long been a keen anagrammatist, a hobby developed by the need to undertake long rail journeys for the day-job where reading and writing are in cramped conditions.
In 1987, his entry to Private Eye was published, netting a £5 prize. (Norman Tebbit = Tom Bentbrain). This makes him a professional.
Stanley likes to anagrammise his playing venues and those he meets – to spooky effect – as well as aiming at obvious targets.
He is a protagonist of the “verbal anagram”, i.e. if spoken it is not easily checked for total accuracy.
To give you some idea of the Stanley anagram genius at work here are Stanley's Top 20 to be going on with.....to see the rest visit Anagram Genius and Stan's Anagrams
Weapons of mass destruction : US team swoops – finds no trace
Money is the root of all evil : hey, loan it for me. I love lots
Draught Guinness : Hard guts ensuing
Chernobyl Nuclear Power Station : As new. Pollution terror by chance
Sellafield : Defiles all
Warrington : Wrong train
Michael Heseltine : he can lie – the slime
National Travel : It ran late – no lav
Castle Donington Airport : Cor, stop landing near to it
Lloyds Bank : Donky balls
Camelot, The National Lottery : Total rat conmen, they lie a lot
How The West Was Won : What we shot we owns
King Arthur and the Knights of the : Ohh no. Fit Dark Age thugs drink,
Round Table : battle, then run
The Archbishop of Canterbury, : Faction warns Church – Mr Whispy
Doctor Rowan Williams : beard too, too liberal
The Glastonbury Festival : Gnats rave by flush toilet
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer : Rude herd sneered, top loner hid
Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel : A fast plonker and a glum ruin
The Siege of Troy : Horse gift to eye
Stanley Accrington : Acrylic gannet snot