...not updated this blob for a while. I think it's fair to say that this neglect is universal. Even 20Sux themselves can't be bothered to translate the user menu fully from German. Gott ist indeed tot; with only the odd scavenger scuttling across to nip some decaying flesh from his bones.

However, I have known for a long time that I have trouble in wrapping things up. If I am to grow as a person, I need to develop the habit of finishing what I start.

And so begins the conclusion of this blog. Because just leaving a link to your latest blog is not really an ending, is it?

The trouble is, my life is presently conclusionless. I've moved to the city, I have a half-decent job that I enjoy in the main, I now live by myself… This is only really an ending if you get full-on wood for anticlimaxes. The blog was once upon a time focussed on my love-life (sic); but there's certainly no news there. I wanted to ask out a girl, but she ended up moving to South Korea a week later. I developed a crush on one of my neighbours. Turned out she was engaged to a marine. Now, I may be big, but I definitely don’t think I could take a marine. So I've pretty much decided to give up.

However, this blog isn't really about me, I've realised. A bunch of fun stuff has been charted, but I've rarely been the instigator. I was just there when it happened. This blog is really more about people that I’ve met. Some have been cunts, but most have been ace – otherwise I might not have taken such delight in writing about them.

And good things have indeed been happening to them. Blonde Curly Physio and the Friendly Fisherman moved in together some time ago, and he got a boat and went independent with his business. Blonde Curly Physio is expecting their first child in April, and they're getting married at The Edge of the World in September. Surf-Film-Maker Chap has bought a shop on the seafront, which did a roaring trade in its first summer of opening. Come next season, he will have expanded into doing trips on the water. As soon as it's a bit warmer, I’m going to head on over and try out his new jet-skis. Plus, he’s now got a rib that we can set up deckchairs on and fish from – a definite step up from the bath of blood. Woo!

As for Nooma, she went away to South America for what was initially going to be a few months, but ended up being a whole year – working for a foundation dealing with underprivileged children in Ecuador. The Heavy Petting Zoo weren’t too keen on the extension, and so she didn't have her job waiting when she came back. Which is just as well, as she hated it – but never seemed to summon the wherewithal to quit. I saw Nooma over the New Year period. Not only had she managed to shed her shit job, but also her shit boyfriend. I asked if she wanted to talk about it. She told me it was still a bit raw, and she’d rather not. I would hazard that – perhaps among other things – he probably didn't visit her during her year away. He hadn't come out for her previous birthday as he wanted to go out with other mates on the same evening; and if he couldn't be fucked to make the effort to go a couple of miles for her birthday, I’m guessing that going to the other side of the world was less likely. He had once told Surf-Film-Maker Chap in full earnest that he didn’t see why he had to make any effort to be romantic now that she was his – he'd already done his part. I’m glad that it's finally caught up with him.

I know that losing your job and your boyfriend is not commonly considered to that positive; but I think it's for the best, as both were way, way beneath her. Now she’s moved to The Ants' Nest for a fresh start. It might have been nice if we’d ended up together, but quite honestly, it is enough that she is no longer with someone utterly undeserving. I just hope that the next contender realises what it is that he’s got.

Another encounter I had on New Year's Eve was with Big-Eyed Irish Cutie. Anyone remember her? I was led something of a merry dance by her some time ago, until I decided to man up and let go. I hadn't spoken to her in a very long time, and as she started approaching me, I thought to myself 'Oh god… What the fuck does she want? Because honestly, I can’t be bothered'. And – beyond all expectations – she apologised for what she'd been like back then. At the time, she'd been going through some issues, and expressed regret that she hadn't treated me better, and that she loved talking to me and missed being in touch. I accepted her apology. She was now much happier, thrilled with her job, and had moved into a really nice cottage with her boyfriend. I met him too, and he seemed like a thoroughly swell chap. We promised each other that we’d remain friends, and stay in touch. I doubt the latter will come to pass, but parting as friends was good for the soul. I was really pleased that she seemed so happy (albeit that she was also so drunk). Although I didn't feel quite comfortable enough with our newfound accord to ask for my DVDs back.

I watched 'Scenes of a Sexual Nature' a couple of nights ago. That's two pound fifty and a couple of hours I'll never get back. For all the ensemble cast and interwoven scenarios, the makers couldn't be arsed to throw in one happy ending. On the contrary, a couple of completely unbelievable down endings were cack-handedly lobbed in at the end of storylines, seemingly to prevent the viewer from concluding anything other than that happiness is merely transitory.

But do you know wot? I actually like happy endings. I don't see that they're anything to be afraid of.

And with that in mind...

TBC.