The Post After The Last Post

Awwww, you guys. The Last Post was supposed to be the last post, but there's no way I'm not going to thank you for all you said yesterday.

Over 70 comments, a ton of tweets and a dozen emails, praising, giving positive suggestions, making offers of help and expressing sadness at my departure. Bloody hell.

I wasn't seeking sympathy with the last post, and I certainly wasn't fishing for compliments, but you were all kind enough to bombard me with both.

Thank you very much; I'm pleasantly surprised at how much it meant to me. I'm touched, flattered and humbled. Who'd have thought, eh?

So, will I change my mind? I dunno. Maybe. Maybe I can force myself not to look at the stats, not to post if I've got nothing to say, or I'm doing something else, not to feel obliged to post every day, not to be, as Leg Iron points out, so obsessive about it all. Maybe.

But regardless, Constantly Furious is buoyed by your comments and your kindness.

Thanks very much.


The Last Post

I - yeah, let's abandon the third person - have decided to give up, to quit, to call it a day.

Why? Well, no one compelling reason. I haven't been 'outed' at work, my wife hasn't threatened to leave me, I'm not standing for Parliament and I haven't had both hands amputated. No, not one big reason, but lots of little 'uns.

While this was never anywhere near being a Premier League blog, it was perhaps a contender in one of the minor divisions. May's figures were the best yet (barring the Paul Clarke twitterstorm lunacy) with over 62,000 views - more than 2,000 a day. Over 460,000 views in just over a year. I'm quite proud of that.

But it takes time to get to that - posting every day, even on weekends, and more recently, posting twice per day. 82 posts in May. 286 in 2010, and 614 in total. And that's when the blog turns into a hungry baby bird, beak always open.

It all gets a bit Groundhog Day-ish; when you start to scour the news websites with not a clue what to post about, but with a conviction that you must, must write something, you know things aren't quite right.

And when your first thought on booking a holiday is not about the hire car but about the automatic posts for while you're away, you know the tail has begun to wag the dog.

And when you realise that, actually, you're not going to change the world - or indeed anything - by blogging, and that you've always known that, and that you're probably really only doing it because you like the sound of your own voice, then you wonder if its all not a tad self-indulgent.

So, all in all, time to stop.

Who knows, maybe I won't be able to stay away. Maybe a break will make me feel differently, and I'll return to the fray refreshed. Maybe.

I'm not going to delete the blog, or switch off comments, or ignore emails to CF, or indeed change anything. It'll all still be sitting here, until perhaps one day Google decide to reclaim the server space.

Regardless, many thanks to all who took the time to read the blog, to comment, to debate and to strenuously agree or disagree with each post. Thanks also to those kind enough to link to or to tweet the posts they liked, and thanks to those who put Constantly Furious on their blogrolls.

I've really enjoyed meeting all of you - most of you online, a few of you face-to-face - and perhaps I will again one day.

Until then, thanks and goodbye.