This is the end... my only friend, the end...

It had to happen sooner or later I suppose. After almost 2 years of whining, I have run out of things to whine about. Or maybe, I have become resigned to my fate, and the fate that awaits us all. When I see something infinitely stupid, cruel or patently unfair occurring, I simply shrug. My blood should boil when I read about the idiotic girl who had a child at 12 and has said it "was the best thing what I ever done" - because, now, at 22, she can go clubbing, and she is a size 6, whereas all her friends are 'fat'. Some friend. I could rant and rave about the seemingly endless deluge which has been masquerading as the English summer this year, but why bother. Things will annoy me whether I acknowledge them or not.

So, I think I have said all that I need to say. I no longer feel compelled to share it. The world has changed around me, and has become a cunt. I have no desire to change with it. I no longer try to fathom the young people who walk around looking so odd, or how Christine Bleakley is still in gainful employment. What led me to this fateful decision? It's my own fault really. Because I am sooo anally-retentive, I was determined to write one article per week. It was easy at first, vitriol flowing from my spindly fingers as I inexpertly deconstructed things that probably annoyed only me. But, after a while, I was struggling to think of suitable sublect matter. I barrel-scraped to the point where all that was coming up was wood shavings. I am spent. Done. Sorry about that.

I will write the occasional post, if something manages to be that annoying that it overwhelms my apathy shield, although I guarantee nothing, liberated as I am from my own self-imposed schedule of misery. Thanks for reading, and sorry for giving up on this, as I have pretty much every endeavour I have ever undertaken. The rusting Scirocco in my garage will attest to that.

Fuck off.