This week, Sour Times sees that the grass is not greener and that people are just as dumb on the other side of the world. A rare occurrence took place at Sour Towers last week, with the arrival of an actual letter amongst the cheap pizza menus and religious pamphlets promoting insanity, and it was with unreserved joy that I received birthday greetings from my great-uncle Griffiths, […]
Stephen Irvine
With temperatures in my dungeon hitting unacceptable levels of chilly in recent weeks, you’d think it would be with great joy that I awoke to see the sun this fine morning. But this wasn’t the sort to warm your cockles after the deep freeze of a long winter. Oh no. This was the sort to have you plunging straight back down into the darkness, embracing the […]
Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me
This week, Stephen Irvine had a night in front of the telly … Like a cold-hearted, moustachioed screw bundling a terrified lad out of the minivan, through the drizzle-soaked grounds of the borstal, up the concrete steps and into his new abode, the cold hand of time is about to shove me further into my 30’s any day now. An impending birthday is as good a moment […]
The Future’s Dark. The Future’s Orange
In the first of what will hopefully be a regular feature, Stephen Irvine tells us why he has a problem with the funerary hoopla for Whitney Houston. It is nothing personal, mind … Coverage of Whitney Houston’s funeral has been more than a little troubling today, with the BBC’s online “News” particularly guilty. Underneath stories about a potential Cold War with Iran and a mental-looking bloke […]