# Wipe the tear, baby dear, from your eye-ee… # Quickies Posted by John Hoare on 25th January 2020, 09:50 Forget Harry and Meghan, this is the real story. After nearly 17 years of writing on Ganymede & Titan – I started when I was a useless 21 year old, and I’m now a useless 38 year old – it’s time for me to hang up my steaming moon boots, mumble something about you all being people I met, and say goodbye. Before we see a digitalised recording of my final moments, there’s going to be a lengthy tribute, interspersed with poetry readings, read by… hang on, “digitalised”? That sounds fairly archaic now, doesn’t it? And if the material is digitalised, why are there analogue tape artefacts when Lister fast-forwards the tape? You really aren’t going to miss this kind of bullshit from me, are you? Anyway: spin on. I’m not going to bore you with a long, tedious examination of my time in Red Dwarf fandom. Hell, if you want that, all you have to do is read G&T’s archives. Suffice to say, my years here have been some of the most fun I’ve ever had, and have somewhat taken away the sting of my schooldays where actually being interested in something was regarded with a great deal of suspicion. To be part of something where I could write ridiculous things like this has made me very happy over the years. But maybe the writing was on the wall when I wrote this back in 2017. My relationship with Dwarf has been troubled at the best of times over the last decade, and that article nails a lot of my uncomfortableness. Recently, I’ve been glancing over at certain Star Wars fans, consumed with bile about the latest supposed injustice that has been performed in the name of mass entertainment. Maybe I’m unlikely to end up like that, but I’m not sure having to have immediate opinions on stuff I’m often not that keen on is particularly good for the soul. It’s not just that, though; something else has become clear to me over the last year. Every time I put real effort into G&T, my own stupid little site, Dirty Feed suffers. This was particularly true last year, where I made a resolution to publish something new on G&T every single month… and Dirty Feed languished. And writing nonsense for my own site is really where my heart is these days. If I want to make Dirty Feed all I want it to be, something has to give. I’m not 21 any more; I have neither the endless time nor the endless energy to do it all. Two hours of sleep before a busy workday is no longer an option. Thank you to everyone who’s read my crap on here over the years; I really appreciate it. Yes, even you, performingmonkey. (If anyone wants to stay in touch, grabbing me on Twitter is probably your best bet.) Thanks also to everyone who’s been part of G&T and Observation Dome, both past and present. I leave you in the more than capable hands of Ian Symes, Jonathan Capps, and Danny Stephenson. See you, smegheads. Transfer.