They shoot Arabs...don't they?
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Willy Wanka and his rubber sheet factory
The reason I head down the Synagogue for the evening goings on are that it tends to be livelier than the morning session. After a long day, there's a chance that a few people may have been knocking back that nice little Lebanese wine (kosher of course) and in the mood to heckle that boring bastard Goldberg.
For my part I don't drink and cycle - although my capacity for alcohol is legendary - so I lay off the Norseman lager until I get back to the safe house.
Anyway, it seems nobody had been hitting the bottle yesterday, so Goldberg got off lightly. I was tempted but I'm trying not to draw attention to myself. I'm hoping to be on the shortlist for this years golden Bagel award, and insulting a rabbi might damage my chances.
Had an interesting chat last night with my US buddy Kirk. He's heard that they're thinking of making a movie about the Six Day War, and he wants to know if I'd be willing to help out. I've agreed but only on the condition that Sophia Loren plays Golda Maier, and that Ronnie and Reggie play Generals. Of course the biggest part will be the guy who gets to play me...I think Hugh Grant would look good with an eye patch but knowing my luck they'll pick some unknown actor like Hugh Janus (He once had a bit part in Jaws).
Still that's a long way off, it'll need funding for a start, and shekels are hard to come by at the moment, and I'm certainly not going to use my Bagel fund to help out.
Anyway, talking of Bagels, Brick Lane beckons.

Shalom