Listening to: David Bowie - Golden Years

Greetings Blogettes. Hope this fine Autumnal day finds you all well.
Yessir, you read it right - not moaning about the weather has been my thing for about a week or so now. Feels strange I have to say. In a nutshell, it's sunnier and drier than the summer was, so no complaints here. I feel like there's something missing in my life.
In addition, a few people have contacted me in a confused and downright cantankerous state due to my leaving that image of Wings (below) hanging there for an ungodly length of time. Disturbing I know, and I agree that no-one should have to put up with that. So please accept my apologies. Rest assured, I've made an appropriate donation to a well known mental health charity.

My reluctance of late to share my mental workings with the World at Large is mainly down to the fact that I don't want to be moaning on here all the time ... and recently that's what I'd have been doing had I bothered to click Publish. So I've resisted. Godammit kids, that's one helluva noble impulse on my part, no?
Ok, whining about the weather is fine, but you get my drift. And this is a moany time of year in my book. Everything's either dying/dark/damp/brown, or all four.

Here's a for instance: I was going to complain about the last ever episode of The Sopranos. This final season seemed, initially at least, to restore the excitement, dynamism and plot of some of the best of previous series. Or at least some of it. There was certainly some ground to be made up after season 6. (I'm not sure but I think this one is meant to be the second installment of season 6, as opposed to #7. Not sure why).
Now I know a lot of debate has taken place over the final outcome, the very end scene, which I won't try to distil here... (One thing which puzzles me though: when have we ever seen the Soprano family in a diner, enthusing over onion rings??) ...and on paper much of the argument as to why the ending was/is a brilliant piece of cinematic drama holds up. (And yes, I'm aware it's TV). I've no doubt that it'll soon be the subject of thousands of Media-Studies essays.
However, as a fan of the show for the past 8 years, and someone who had looked forward to the last episode like a football fan looks to a cup final, all I can say is, it was intensely disappointing. And dull. Deadly dull. I felt deflated after watching it.
Maybe a second viewing will tell me something else, but for now I'm pissed off.
See why I opted Not To Blog, lo, these past few weeks Pop-kids? I'm only thinking of your welfare.
More sooner, rather than later x.