Igor Clark

I've decided, as is presumably evidenced to some degree by my total failure to post anything here recently, that "blogging" really is a load of arrogant, conceited tosh if one doesn't have anything objectively interesting to write about. At a friend's exhortation, I took briefly to searching and browsing through technorati in order to find cutting-edge opinion and points of view on fascinating, topical issues and blow me, what I found was dreadful. Some of the people who write (for example) technical or travel journals are interesting - indeed, some of them appear able even to string together the occasional sentence whose construction doesn't quite make me shudder - but in general, it's eye-wateringly narcissistic drivel, written by people who feel empowered by the simple fact of the technology powering this "blogging" phenomenon to expose their inner lives to all and sundry. "So", the reader will presumably say, "don't read it". Well, I won't, and I won't add to it. Instead, I might just post deliberately trite, ludicrously detailed minutiae of my life in a no doubt vain effort to point towards the meaninglessness of even an honest attempt to impart any value in an all-encompassing sea of self-obsessed trivialisations. To that end, here's a photo of what I ate last night. Have at you, sir.