I’m on my bike. History.
Why?
Two reasons.
Firstly, I can’t hack the idea of that wrecking crew continuing to drop in whenever they feel like it and seeing what I’m up to.
They’re like shit on your shoe. You can’t see it but you know it’s there. Stinking. And it won’t go away.
Yeah, I know. Ignore ‘em.
Tried that. Didn’t work.
Used to think of Georgie and co. whenever I started writing. But now it’s those wreckers. And when that happens, it changes everything. Everything.
Secondly, I’ve come to the end of this story. Done the beginning and middle. All I needed was a suitable ending. And suddenly there it was. Ain’t a particularly happy one but, hell, it’ll do me.
As for writing, been there, done it. Got the book and the blog. Don’t think I’ll miss it. But if I do, I guess I can always start a new blog somewhere else. Anonymously, of course. Let you know.
What else can I say?
Thanks for taking the time to read my blog and adding your comments. Thanks also for allowing me into your private blogworlds. Much appreciated.
Been an interesting experience.
Time to call it a day and get on with painting a few walls and tiling that shower. And my oil paints and easel are around here somewhere…
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P.S. - Having said all the above(!), I've now resurfaced (anonymously) at a different blogsite, just in case I'm suddenly tempted to once more put podgy digits to keyboard. In the unlikely event of any old chums back in the UK wishing to read whatever drivel I come up with in future, do drop me an email (either directly or by leaving a 'comment' here with your email address - worry ye not, I won't publish it so you won't get loads of 'spam') and I'll forward you the new blogsite address.















2008-03-18 @ 03:49