Saturday Nights Alright For Fighting
Mood:  not sure
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Saturday morning means one thing. Put on my best black outfit, dust off the skull cup with the Nike swoosh on it, clip on my hi-visibility bike clips, and off down to the Synagogue. It's a pretty short bike ride to tell the truth, but I like to show off. I can't wait until it snows though, then I'll be able to show off my slalom skiing skills down Tooting High Street.
Anyway my trip to the Synagogue has a sense of purpose this morning as I'm going to see how much support I have from my fellow "Red Sea Pedestrians" in my forthcoming election campaign. Being a politician means you have to work the crowds from time to time, although I'm more used to protecting the guys shaking the hands rather than doing the hand shaking. I have a pretty good record at that, I was Rabin's security advisor for a while, and I remember helping out the US Secret Service's arrangements for JFK's trip to Dallas in 1963. Of course back then I was only a trainee, but I still think it was a good idea to use an open top car. It was a sunny day after all.
The one guy I need to get to support me is Rabbi Goldberg as he holds a lot of sway among the older members of the Synagogue and it's the old 'uns who have the cash. Now I know I don't have many kind words to say about the old scroat, but he's good at rattling the tin can for funds. So today I might actually take some notice of what he's saying, and who knows I might even help out at the place for a while.
It goes without saying that Benny is behind me all the way, and I can count on his mates for a little bit of street muscle...at least that's how he describes it, I have no idea what he means. It's nice to know that it's available though, every little helps.
OK, I've rattled on long enough, need to check the tyre pressure on the bike and I'm off.

Shalom