Joey Sarajevo Signs Off
Well yes, and here we go again… for the first time in a while and (sorry Liam) the last time ever in this particular under-used little format. The writing’s been on the wall for a bit now in any case: in all honesty I’m just too damned busy to be stringing these little missives together on anything approaching a regular basis, so it’s time to face up to the facts, saddle up the palomino and ride off into the sunset, something which, given the current time of year, is going to involve me waiting at this bloody terminal for a good few hours yet until the bastard sun decides it’s had enough of tormenting my fragile flesh for another day and contents itself with leaving behind enough residual heat to fuck around with my sleep patterns instead.
All told, feels like a funny time of the year for goodbyes, what with the combination of throat-clutching heat and sneak-attack thunderstorms rendering all about a lush green pain-in-the-ass-when-I-need-to-mow-the-lawn verdancy (ah, still fucking with the MS Word spellchecker after all these years), but there you go… Time waits for no man – at least no man not trapped in a tiny production of Prometheus Bound with a full bladder* – and truth be told, the chapter of my life involving three years spent regurgitating my one decent article and then pissing that early promise up against these virtual walls needs closing so I can get on with sorting out the residual mess I’ve made of my personal and academic life.
(Those of you who joined me and my august editor for our little jaunt in Gloucestershire can rest easy, by the way; Friday night’s performance on the old vino collapso was very much a throwback rather than a regular occurrence, one not helped by the feelings of decadence and blood vessel dilation induced by that damn hot tub, but I digress…)
In any case, there are other reasons for calling it a day, chiefly that this site has benefited hugely from my absence in forcing Liam to actually do some of his own writing – writing that’s improved exponentially with every version of this site and every one of my disappearances from its various iterations. He may have needed some mouthy prolific boozer when he first started, but he doesn’t anymore (at least not for this kind of space-filling gibberish); the site is (quite properly) all his own trip – and all the better for it – as the ten or eleven regular readers he swears he now has will no doubt agree.
I’ll probably be back in one form or another sometime in the next few months once things have quietened down a bit – especially if some of the frankly inspired ideas mine host has been putting together actually come off – but for now, this is sayonara rather than aloha.
See you in the funny pages, as they say in some film noir or other.
* I know that’s an obscure reference, but trust me, I lost most of the skin from my right hand digging my nails into it in a thankfully successful attempt to not piss myself during that little escapade; it’s etched into my consciousness ‘til the day I die.