Well, my dear bloggers, I hate to be the bearer of bad news when I ought to be wishing you a Happy New Year – badly – in several languages and asking how much chocolate you’ve got left after Christmas and which books you’re reading (probably), but I need to come right out and tell you that, brace yourselves: this is the end of the line for this little old blog.
It’s been a long line, a really long line. When the idea of a blog came up, back in 2005, as a means of keeping the fans in touch with On an Island developments, in the days before Facebook, Instagram and Twitter made it quicker and easier to do so, nobody really believed it would last anywhere near as long as it has. I thought we’d enjoy a few rocky months; I didn’t think we’d have one year, never mind twelve!
And hasn’t it been jolly good fun at times?
We packed in plenty of random nonsense around Polly’s photos, band/crew Q&As, polls, contests and teasers. (Oh, why not? For old time’s sake, do what you wish with The Traveling Wilburys’ ‘End of the Line’ and feel free, naturally, one last time, to add other relevant songs about ends, lines or anything else that fits. Go on, for me.)
There were some rather good concerts and albums and DVDs and things to eagerly await and discuss, as well. These were very often significant enough for you to pack up and travel halfway around the world to enjoy in the company of your fellow Irregulars, forging friendships that I know will continue for a long time to come. I love the fact they blossomed here.
So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for making it possible that I may bid you this final fond farewell in 2018 and not in 2006 as anticipated. Thank you for your honesty and humour, your passion, patience, kindness and support. For being so nice to one another, which is the most important thing in an often unkind world. Please never stop.
It’s been special indeed but, like all good things, it always had to end sometime. Instead of being sad about this, I hope you can take pride in knowing that you kept it going this long and we wouldn’t have nearly as much to smile about on reflection if we’d had only those rocky few months that many, quite reasonably, expected.
Cheers, everyone. All the very best. Shine On.