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It’s the first day of the last month of The Year 2000. Almost over. The third of summer, that is its ending, begins. Time for some spring cleaning.
“One down…”
A four year story is ending. Our house. From 1997 to these last days. Like dot coms it’s been kind of fading for a while now. We’re all — or at least four out of five — moving on to other stories. The first said her real goodbye today, though of course she’ll still be around for a long while. Cath has moved out with Gaz. At the end of this month I’ll be moving out with Ainsley.
Not all the players have been here for four years. Two early players, a hero and a villain, have moved on, one disappeared and one almost. And the larger guest cast has grown but barely lost any numbers.
This story has strong roots in 1995, and it’s faintest sprout can be found in 1989.
It has been — it is — a good and rare story.
Time to clean it all away. Drinking and drugs and downloads. Goodbye to the bottle collection, lone sweating aesthete sentinel over so many conversations.
This is our world. We go into it and we shall see one another again.
