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Most of my life has been on the Left of the political spectrum. Like most people I know, I was always more devoted to talking about doing rather than doing. Ideas, I had. Lots of ideas. And they all came with a glass of something. Action, not so much. I…

Another day, another outrage. Who is this woman? She’s been on some demo, marching against Brexit or Trump or some other gluten-free cause. She’s probably nice. I probably know her. Definitely seen her. Odds on, a Facebook friend. Looking at her idly tapping on her phone. What’s she doing? Making…

So I was thinking. If I ever say that Corbyn is an antisemite, I generally get one of three responses. 1) Yeah, but Palestine. 2) He can’t be. He’s a man of principles. He’s fought racism all his life. 3) Lalalalalalalalalala can’t hear you. We need to get rid of…

Jerusalem on a Friday afternoon is half empty, and the half that’s not empty is busy packing up, closing shops, pulling down blinds and going home. Shabbat is coming and on Shabbat everything stops. The shuk – the market – where last night it was seriously rocking, was still busy,…

It’s Friday and Friday here is the first day of the weekend. You spend the daytime preparing for Shabbat, getting the shopping in, doing the weekend chores that need to be done. “You know what I miss most about living in England?” Antony says to me. “Sundays. We don’t really…

Can you imagine what it’s like living in Corbynland? There can’t be enough hours in the day to discuss Israel and Palestine and Jews and Zionism. Daytime meetings. Evening meetings. Meetings about anything – the Left love meetings – that turn into meetings about Israel and Palestine. Everyone you know…

Shortly before I left England, I’d been approached by another old face from the old country. “Hi there. I heard you were coming over. Do you fancy a trip up north? We can meet up and I’ll show what life’s really like up here”. It was a three hour drive…

I know I said this isn’t all going to be about The Labour Party, but…. I’ve got a feeling I’m going to saying that a lot. Maybe it’s what I should have called the site. Maybe not. I’m guessing there’s going to be a lot of sites called that. Oh…

Staying at Ruth’s was always going to be interesting. When did I last see her? 197something, maybe 1975. That was O level year, and I really can’t remember her past that point. Then again, I can’t remember much past that point. 1975. 1976. Don’t suppose it matters that much. I…

Tel Aviv seems a familiar place, Buzzing, lively, cosmopolitan. Full of life. It’s like Paris with its cafes spilling out onto the pavement. Or New York with its loud, vibrant buzz. But it’s also got hot heat and, more importantly, it’s got the beach. The beach is extraordinary. Deep and…