The screen that first looked back in blank defiance
The defiant North typing up the drama queen’s highway
The crowning of her and him with words they’ll never see
The sight of the first of a million abortion stories already told
The last shelter of cherished anonymity giving it away for free
The feeling of standing beneath a downpour of thoughts unblocked
The poring over of puddles of muddles without a reigncoat on
The top fives, the Bono-bashing, the back-tracking, the track-listing
The listlessness, the taking the pissness, the carelessness
The fall into a deep comma, the semi-colonoscopies and
The
Final…
.
department of speculation 
Gutted. I’ll miss your posts
I can’t really like this I’m afraid. Au revoir, or as my Irish sister says, really quickly, bye, bye, bye. x
“We ll meet again don’t know where don’t know when…”
Just wanted a last look. I hadn’t seen your final adios (wanted to use the French version there but google wouldn’t even accept my spelling of it). Farewell, Department: bits of you will live on in that weird cesspool Twitter. See you there!
I’m the worst of them. Haven’t been able to read blogs for a while and that I’m commenting a month late is a shocking indictment of both me and the human race in general. I will miss you. ‘Til Twitter. xx
Ta, Tara. Only ever a refresh button away from keeping up with ya 🙂