They have killed Guardian Talk, of which my small corner was Film Unlimited. No warning, no time to (((hug))) everyone goodbye, exchange contact details, shout “We’ll keep in touch, love youuuuu!”. Nothing. A switch was flipped (not really, it’s not run like Frankenstein’s lab) and we were out on our arses. A pat-on-the-head message replaces over a DECADE of interaction.
I met my wife through those boards. We have a child now; she wouldn’t have existed. We announced her birth there. I’ve met so many great people (and not so great) through that board. I have spent many evenings in the company of these great people (and all the others in the company of my wife), either in real life or online.
Now it’s gone. Gone, gone, gone. Almost ten years for me, ten years of thoughts, ideas, jokes, opinions, arguments, so many things which passed through my mind fell out onto the beautiful, crisp white space of FU.
It’s like losing a friend, having them cut out of your life without warning. I’m not being precious (maybe a bit) or flippant (not at all) – this is a bereavement.
The wikipedia entry for guardian.co.uk responded immediately with this edit:
In February 2011 The Guardian closed down their talkboards which had been online for over a decade. This was viewed as worse than a thousand Hitlers and widely regarded as being the internet equivalent of what Thatcher did to mining communities in the eighties.
It was also the view of most that The Guardian in closing down the talkboard without warning or consultation were a bunch of gritpypes.
That edit has gone now, and the in-jokes it held will fade soon. All these moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.