“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.”
Frank Herbert
Everything changes, so they say. After nearly twelve years and over seven hundred posts on here, regular readers – there are a few – may have noticed a decline in output of late.
In truth, the ideas have simply not flowed as freely as in previous years. All the great writers – I am not one – eventually run out of books to write or songs to pen, falling back on the greatest hits back catalogue.
We less talented types bat on as best we can but, eventually, arrive at the same point, albeit without the greatest hits.
Since taking responsibility as current custodian of The Trumpit five years ago, my focus has been on this and the challenge of producing a twenty-eight page free local magazine each month. Plus finding something to write about.
And – frankly – some of my recent posts have not been near as good as I wanted them to be; some have been crap.
But I have a plan!
Whilst weekly rants may be fewer in the future, I will still post Tales From The Scruffy and other posts from The Trumpit.
Occasionally I may be tempted to have a “pop” at the many local idiots we all suffer haplessly; as you all know these are in plentiful supply in Bradford.
For now, thank you for all the comments over the years and support.
Adios.
Footnote
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