Our final, farewell post
It is our sad duty to inform you that Inversnecky will cease publishing as of today. Like the Railway Club, Inverness Thistle or any hope of a completed southern distributor, all good things eventually come to an end. And in Inversnecky‘s case, so do all mediocre things too, and so we say goodbye, feasgar math, and (to our Polish readers) piłki nożnej.
Over the past four and a bit years, we’ve enjoyed churning out the sharpest news to hit Inverness since the walls of Hootananny’s and producing the finest Polish phrasebook this side of Warsaw. But there are only so many jokes that can be made about Tesco’s inevitable rise to shape-shifting, mind-controlling hegemony, or about the absurdity of Inverness’s midnight pub curfew, disastrous planning decisions, or inaccessible castle. Where humour can still be extracted, we leave that task to any finer folk than us willing to take over the mantle from Inversnecky of being of Inverness’s least regular and worst informed news source.
Not that Inversnecky has been Inverness’s harshest critic: indeed, it is intended as a compliment to the Highland Capital that it has grown and developed over the years enough to be the butt of a few jokes. Where the specific butts have taken it in good humour, they have our thanks; where not, our carefully-worded and glib statements of regret.
And in constructing those jokes, we thank a host of contributors over the years who have written side-splitting, insightful and hard-hitting articles about the absurdities of life in Inverness. One or two of our volunteer contributors are surprisingly well-kent faces, others less so, but their anonymity remains assured. For posterity this site will stay live, while in the interests of fairness and accountability the creator and editor of Inversnecky really ought to be unmasked.
Thank you to all those who have made Inversnecky what it is over the years – whether you’ve read, commented, contributed or just shared our articles. May you be forever as happy as a paid-off HIE executive, as generous as the Clach defence, as passionate as an opponent of Gaelic roadsigns, and as eternally optimistic as the official at Sainsbury’s who’s responsible for planning permission submissions.
And above all, here’s to Inverness, Scotland’s finest town.