This is the last London Preppy post.
No wait, this doesn’t sound nearly heart-wrenching enough. I’m rephrasing.
London Preppy is dead.
I could write a typical last-post-ever entry, where I would say “my heart’s not in it anymore”, “I’ve run out of things to say”, “I’d rather end on a high”, etc. But none of these things are true. I have lots more to say (regardless of who wants to hear them), writing is one of the things that makes me genuinely happy so my heart will always be in it and I don’t care about ending on a high – in fact I’d rather keep on posting, dragging my sorry blog around until there were no readers left, being in denial about its success.
But this website is not where I want to say these things anymore.
I’ve never thought of this as a typical blog anyway. OK, there have been silly lists of things and there have been ill-conceived (regretful) picture posts, and there have been youtube videos with music that I like, but what I’ve mostly tried to do on London Preppy is create a character, create a narrative and write every day like I would if I were writing a book.
There are around 500 posts on here and give or take all the visual rubbish and typical blog padding, I like to think there is some solid reading material that stands alone outside the blogging world.
I’ve made no secret of the fact that I’d like to write professionally and that I want to have my work published. And now I want to focus on that.
I will continue writing every day – because I can’t not write – but what I write will not be posted on here day after day; instead it will form the basis of a series of short stories or a novel or whatever I end up coming up with.
The London Preppy fanpage on facebook remains, and if you want you can join that, I’m sure I’ll send something out to let people know if anything happens with the writing malarkey (link here)
Also, the London Preppy reading is still happening at the Polari literary night on the 10th of December, held at Freedom Bar in Soho (link here). Maybe you should go. Who knows maybe somebody will give me a publishing deal then and put me out of my misery.
Finally, and because I may have been called a lot of things, but I’ve never been called a fool and I realize that London Preppy is a brand, a brand that holds some power in the gay blogging world at least (blimey, what an acclaim, it’s like being second runner-up in the Miss Scunthorpe beauty pageant; but I’ll take anything I can get really, any old slap in the face) and I’m not just gonna let it go like that; I’m not shutting down this page. I like my three quarters of a million hits, thank you very much.
www.londonpreppy.blogspot.com will continue to exist and I will post intermittently, but it will not be London Preppy stuff. It won’t be about “me”, it won’t be the usual trademarked big ego/low self-esteem formula that's proven more popular than Coca Cola (thanks Orville for the quote). So I’ll just ruin the brand. Oh well, I guess I wasn’t paying attention at my Marketing degree after all.
Finally finally, I can’t even begin to thank everyone who read London Preppy. It was kinda of a big deal by the end, wasn’t it? Who would have thought.
But as we said, London Preppy is dead.
My name is Might Have Been
My name is Never Was
My name’s forgotten