The Scribbler

I've just come back from the first ever Parade for Israel, through the streets of London. This took place to mark the 60th anniversary of our beloved country and no words I write can really describe how I feel right now. However, maybe, if I describe some highlights, you might get a taste of what I'm talking about. Dassi and I were parading along with other representives of our Synagogue (a consituant member of the Orthodox United Synagogue movement). We lined up behind the Christian Friends of Israel (which we were very honoured joining us), across the road from the Ritz Hotel in Green Park. These are photographic snippets I'll remember: 1) Seeing the crowds cheering us on as we walked around the corner into Piccadilly. We were following our organisation's float. 2) Singing Hava Nagilla at full blast, whilst walking down the centre of Piccadilly and waving my Israeli flags. We had total ownership of the road. 3) Reaching Piccadilly Circus and seeing the throngs of peo...

First it was Tony Blair who nearly got blown out of the skies by the Israel Air Force and yesterday, Nicholas Sarkozy was but metres away from a trigger-loose Israeli border policeman. I don't even want to think about what the next Head of a friendly state will think as his or her plane ferries them to our wonderful country. Would you want to be the "third time lucky" victim? Jokes aside, this is a terrible story for every conceivable reason. Firstly, a life has been lost, even though it has been confirmed that this was in incident of suicide. Another son or father has left the world's stage. Secondly, what must the French, who for the first time in forty years have actually been our friends, be thinking? You know that I have no great love for that nation (I really don't), but I wish this incident, if it had to happen, hadn't done so when Sarkozy - someone whom I happen to like - was in town. Had this been Chirac , I wouldn't have minded so much. That...

I now find myself BUI . I guess it happens sometimes, though not that often. It definitely has an effect on me, one that I can't tangibly explain away. Yes folks, I'm blogging under the influence. So, has the teaching toll finally got to me? Am I shooting up or drinking down? Am I developing a tobacco habit? None of the above. I'm listening to The Eagles "Long Road Out Of Eden" and it's doing some very weird things to my mind. If you know the album, I'm listening to the second CD, last good time in town . No reason other than that. I've got my lessons prepared for tomorrow and I really can't be bothered to start thinking about Tuesday yet. New song: I love to watch a woman dance. Anyway, where was I. Oh yes. Lessons. Damn lessons. Love them really. The kids are bored shitless , which is a shame because I have fun delivering them. I guess that's the fun bit of being in school. The wife and kids are upstairs and the girls seem to have settled dow...

I sometimes tag my posts, so that if you wish to only see my movie reviews, click on the movies tag (or label) which is sited underneath the entry. This will bring up all of the reviews I've posted over the last few years.

I have seen a number of films recently that I didn't get the chance to review, so here goes... The first off the block is Iron Man. To be honest, I wasn't as familiar with this comic book character as say, Spider-Man but this didn't stop me spending an entertaining evening in his delectable company (yes, I jest). As comic-book movies go, this wasn't bad. I received a genuine shock within the first few moments of the film, but I suppose I should have been expecting this. All in all, this is good, solid entertainment. I wouldn't peg it at the same quality level as say Batman Begins, or the masterpiece that is Spider-Man 2 (which unfortunately set an impossibly high standard for other similar moves to attain) - that said, it did keep my attention throughout and Robert Downey Jr was very engaging in the title role. Recommended if you like this sort of thing. *** (out of 5) I suppose that like most people on this planet we call earth, I was pretty excited about this film...

Dump the male flight attendants. No one wanted them in the first place . Replace all the female flight attendants with good-looking strippers! What the hell -- they don ' t serve food anymore, so what ' s the loss ? The strippers would at least triple the alcohol sales and get a ' party atmosphere ' going in the cabin. And, of course, every businessman in this country would start flying again, hoping to see naked women . Because of the tips, female flight attendants wouldn ' t need a salary, thus saving even more money. I suspect tips would be so good that we could charge the women for working the plane and have them kick back 20% of the tips, with the lap dances and other ' special services '. Muslims would be afraid to get on the planes for fear of seeing naked women. Hijackings would come to a screeching halt, and the airline industry would see record revenues . This is definitely a win-win situation if we handle it right -- a ...

Hello friends. I'm writing to you as I am currently suffering from a rare condition, known only as BG. You will no doubt be trying to work out what BG could possibly stand for. The Zionists amongst you, will of course jump to the conclusion that I am referring to my admiration for the great David B en G urion and my longing for his return to sort out the problems in Israel. Although a worthy idea, you're totally wrong. Others might think that my BG condition stems from the lack of recordings I have that were made by the wonderful B rothers G ibb. Again, you are mistaken. Finally, you might think that this condition is linked in some way to a recent bill that I might have received from B ritish G as. Sadly, you're barking up the wrong central heating vent, because I'm not even one of their customers. No dear, friends, my BG condition is much more serious than any of the above. I have been self-diagnosed as suffering from what can only be described as an acute case of...