Bangor Pier

I’ve spent ages reflecting on the words of JD Vance yesterday. I’m not sure if I’ve ever used the word contemptible in a blog before, so I’m grateful to Mr Vance for giving me the chance.

I’ve decided, for the rest of my comments, to follow Hemingway’s advice and just write one eighth of what I think, possibly even less. You will, I’m sure, be able to fill in the rest for yourself.

It’s not that I want to be political in the blog, as politics seems to attract idiots to leave comments, but I keep thinking that if a research student accesses my blog in a hundred years, I don’t want them to think that I knew nothing of world politics. So I have left a note to show that I did notice some historical events before I go back to my hatred of modern life and my obsession with soup.

Jellyfish at Bangor

In case you aren’t familiar with it, here is Hemingway’s quote:

If a writer of prose knows enough about what he is writing about he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an ice-berg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water.

The rest of the day has been pretty dull, and never really got going. Part of the problem is that I wrote into the early hours of the morning, when I really should have been asleep.

Beaumaris Lifeboat