#52 of 52

This is my last Story of Bozz blog entry. After 52 weeks of pointless ramblings, it’s time to bring this particular fad to a close. There are several reasons for doing so, but the fact that I’m getting bored of them is perhaps the main one.

When I started, I had a lot to say because I was writing things that I didn’t have the chance to tell people “in person”. This page gave me the opportunity – even though I didn’t use it much – to say what I really felt about things without the fear of all and sundry having a go at me for it. Having said that, anyone searching the internet could find my stuff and comment on it. Ah, I was young and idealistic...

Unfortunately, I feel now that there are just too many people who catch up with “The Story Of Bozz”. With my family reading it, I can’t really comment on life at home. With my friends from Dartford reading it, I’ve got very little left to talk to them about or surprise them with! With people at university having a look, I can’t talk about them behind their backs.

This meant writing about largely trivial stuff, and frankly that’s not what I want to be writing or what anyone wants to be reading. I loved telling people about my day in Paris year ago; I loved writing completely random entries when I felt like; but (even though I introduced it) the process of writing a blog every week has finally just got boring.

Summer’s here, so I’ll be taking this opportunity to meet up with people. There’s so much going on over the next few weeks: from the World Cup to Wimbledon, Big Brother to – eek – moving in with my own housemates... It feels like a convenient time to stop.

Found in one of my old school folders today:
It's like strangling a blind rat. Who's allergic to nuts.

I wrote a fairly slushy farewell to my first "year" of university last week, so I don’t really feel any need to put together a “best of” compilation this time. I think I’ll leave it remembering the good times – Paris, Sheffield, London, Dartford – and breezing swiftly over the bad times. It’s sunny outside, the football starts tomorrow, and they’ve just played ‘World In Motion’ on the radio. Have a fantastic summer... I’ll see you in the Beer Garden.


The End.