Had lunch at a tiny bar/country hotel at Sarrion. This is a plate of local ham, with tortilla of potatoes and freshly baked bread. This seems to be game and truffle country.
These are MY OWN thoughts and views on Bonsai in general and what I see of the European bonsai scene in particular. Don't like what I have to say? Well, life's a b*tch, innit?
Redundancy with the above aside, all views expressed are my own and should not be a reflection on anyone even remotely seen with me. They'd never claim acquaintance anyway - they're not stupid.
I'm not into political correctness. So I like to rant from time to time. And maybe the world's a little black & white for me. The language? OK, so the air gets a little blue around me now and again. Think Picasso way before his vision refracted.
Don't like all the innuendo? Poor you.
Caveat: I haven't put restrictions on the Comments and will continue to do so as long as troll-ish behaviour is avoided. Any comments made that are not pertinent to my posts run the risk of the 'Delete this' button and I have no compunctions about hitting it as often as I can.
Compromising the author's privacy gets the same treatment. See the bit above? It says, 'This is not a democracy, this is MY blog.'
Still want to read on? Go ahead, but you have been warned. The welcome mat is out for those who can take my brand of hospitality.
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