Free babysitters in Tel-Aviv are like virgins in a Harem: if they do exist, they’re gone before you know it. So it was in desperation that, when Wife and I realised we hadn’t been out alone in a very, very…
Read MoreLook long, look hard people: this is what rejection looks like. £6.87 in pre-paid postage, and they photocopy the same letter so cheaply even the signature is smudged. To top it off, I’m reduced to the generic Writer. Dear Writer , but last time I checked…
Read MoreWalking Young Dog in our area, I got flashed by a vehicle coming up behind. Being the courteous resident that I am, I pulled aside to let him past (Kerem Hataymanim doesn’t really have pavements) but as he came alongside, he rolled…
Read MoreMilan wedding. No. 6am flight. No. 3am wakeup. No. Creepy old man alone in the park. No. Transsexual hooker with her John. No. Topless jogger not jogging. No. Gang of fifteen year olds getting drunk in the road. No. Two…
Read MoreUnpublished authors work at home. It’s just what we do. But home in Tel-Aviv is usually a tiny apartment, a third of which is occupied by a ‘mamad’ or safe-room (more on that in another post), surrounded by a city…
Read MoreOld Dog is very sick. She’s got a heart murmur, is epileptic, suffers from often-acute kidney failure and is on a cocktail of drugs that would shame Ozzy Osbourne. She is also paranoid of anything coming near her mouth and,…
Read MoreHate to live up to a national stereotype, but I’m gonna talk about the wather. If I tell anybody from ‘back home’ that I actually look forward to rain, they usually look at me as if I’ve just burned a…
Read MoreSo, kicking and screaming, here it is… wait for it… I’m a blogger! I suppose it fits. After all, I’m an unemployed, unpublished author living in the neighbourhood of Tel-Aviv notorious (and much avoided) for its chronic hipsteritis. Inevitable is…
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