No more horse sh*t on the promenade.
The castle is falling down.
Murrays is closing.
Global warming.
Bird flu.
AIDS.
SARS.
Morning practice ended.
No more two strokes.
No real racing machines.
National speed limit on the Island.
Not enough marshals.
Quarterbridge pub to close.
The chippy on the hill has changed hands.
Tony's souvenire shop has closed.
Australians have bought the ferry service.
The suits are moving in.
Roadwork changes to the Mountain Course.

Oh woe woe and lack-a-day.
The Sky is falling said Chiken Licken, but nobody listened.

I think I will just end it all and leap off the Fairey Bridge next time I come over to see the oldest and the best roadracing in the world.

Cheer up everyone it is not all over yet.

"My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of other pessimists".
Jean Rostand (1894 - 1977)