1. Smooth
and aromatic. Mid morning.
2. Fruity
and balanced. Any time.
3.
Medium. Evening/nighttime.
4. Taste
and body. After dinner.
5.
Strong, with character. Breakfast.
On
reflection, it may have been in in John Hooper's The New
Spaniards, another excellent read and a must for anyone who's
decided to live her.
When I typed
"Are Scientologists Christians" in the google box
yesterday, these fellow questions came up automatically:-
Are
Scientologists gay
Are
Scientologists retarded
Are
Scientologists dangerous
Are
Scientologists evil
Are
Scientologists racist
Are
Scientologists stupid
Which tells
you something about an organisation which the French government has
just decided is not religious but fraudulent. That said, it's
perfectly possible for an organisation to be both, of course. Though I doubt
it's possible for an organisation to be gay.
Going
back to my initial inquiry, this is how Wikipedia answers it: In
Scientology, Jesus is classified as below the level of Operating
Thetan and described by L. Ron Hubbard as being a "shade above"
the condition of "Clear".
According to R. Philip Roberts in The Apologetics Study Bible,
"Scientology's upper-level materials tout the concept of Jesus
as God as being a fiction that ought to be removed by "auditing".
So, No; Scientology is not a branch of Christianity. But it does
allow you to stay a member - and go on contributing - even if you
believe Jesus was God. Nice people.
Well, the
threatened rain never came yesterday and I arrived in town just in
time to see the last 5 marathon runners making their leisurely way
towards the finish. I guessed they were the tail-end as there was an
ambulance crawling a couple of metres behind them. Then, having
picked up some cash, I headed for the flea market to do battle with
the stall holder who last week had had a nice small bronze on
display, the price of which I'd researched on the net and via
friends. But he wasn't there. My disappointment was tempered by the sight
of a couple of small statuettes of a Chinese emperor and his wife, probably picked up on his travels by a recently deceased Galician sailor.
Having got
the asking price, I walked away to have a glass of wine and read the
paper, intending to return as they were packing up. I was a little
dazed because the seller had volunteered they were made of resin, not
ivory - a display of integrity which rather threw me. Anyway, I
returned at closing time and asked what his best price was. He
repeated the earlier price and when I asked him to reduce it, he said
absolutely not. For one reason or another, €50 euros was the least
he'd accept. "How about 45?" I asked. "OK," he
said. I'm now wondering if they really are resin. They certainly look
like ivory and it may just be that, these days, it's better to
pretend that ivory is resin, rather than the other way round. It's an
odd world, after all. And there's nowt as strange as folk.
Because hits
to this blog continue to be far higher than normal, I tried to find
out last night whether they're genuine or not. I won't bore you with
the details - especially as I don't understand them - but it seems that machines
can generate traffic for evil purposes. Anyway, I noted that one
person - surely real - had arrived using the search terms sex
spain free. Is there really
someone out there who thinks there's a woman in Spain advertising her
body for nothing? In English. If so, does he know something we don't
know? Or is he just a desperate plonker offering himself?
Finally
. . . Last night I watched a DVD of the '95 film 'Casino' at a
friend's house. When I got home, it was showing on one of my TV
channels. I'm no mathematician but the odds against this must be
high.
P. S. Sorry about the poor quality of the foto. I've dropped my camera one too many times.
P. P. S. I've opened a book on which of the statuettes my cleaner breaks first. And then denies she knows anything about it.
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