So, where is he now? The honest answer is: nobody knows. And maybe that’s the point. In an era where every washed-up actor has a podcast and every writer has a Twitter meltdown, Killick is a beautiful anomaly. He’s a ghost who happens to have a handful of credits on IMDb. He’s the guy who said, “I wrote my stories, and now I’m done.”
I like to imagine him living in a small coastal town, drinking tea at the same café every morning. He probably doesn’t own a smartphone. Maybe he looks at the constant stream of TV reboots and just smiles to himself, knowing his work doesn’t need a sequel. (I bet he’s annoyed that “The Guardians” isn’t on streaming, though. I would be.)
Famous escapee and author John Killick in Goulburn | Goulburn Post
Why You Should Care
If you’re a writer, John Killick is your hero. He proves you can create art, disappear, and still be remembered by a tiny, dedicated tribe. He didn’t sell out, he didn’t pivot to “content creation”—he just quit. And in a culture obsessed with “hustle,” that’s the most radical thing you can do. It’s also a little sad, but mostly it’s badass.
So, to John Killick, wherever you are—tending your tomatoes or sipping a pint in a Cornwall pub—thanks for the mystery. You made one show, one cult classic, and one hell of a disappearing act. I hope the vegetables are thriving. And if you’re reading this? Drop a postcard. I promise I won’t tell anyone.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a sudden urge to watch a grainy VHS rip of The Guardians. And maybe plant a carrot or two.
