We were leaving the Promised Land. Even though we are ‘chosen people’, in this instance we decided to choose to be somewhere else. Not really out of choice, I’d have stayed on that beach or in the hummus bar, but holidays end, blah, blah, blah, don’t expect sympathy or compassion from YOU. We left our – Read More-
We returned from the Golan. Fabulous up there but we missed the beach. The odd thing is; we don’t even like the beach. All that fucking sand everywhere, its awful. Hot, sticky, windy places, crowded like here in Netanya, terrible. But much as we protest our dislike of being on beaches, we just love walking – Read More-
The thing about the Golan Heights is given away a bit by the name. They’re high. And, hilly. Ok, mountainous, but they don’t tell you that til you get there. So we picked a Golan Height and went there. Turned off the road onto a track. Bumped along very precariously for a couple of kilometres – Read More-
So we left the fat, lazy, over-eating, ice-cream-laden world of Tel Aviv’s most gorgeous seaside resort and headed north. By Northeast. And now we’re in the Golan Heights. Its spectacularly beautiful, but we know that, we’ve been here before. We’re about 2 miles from Syria but we’ve never been there before. And as its all – Read More-
Every day (so it seems) the Times ‘T2’ section offers health advice, normally, and to be honest, quite insultingly, aimed at the over-40s, over-50, over-60s or pre-dead. What’s even worse is that although I’ve skipped over those pages and filed them under the ‘health bollocks’ section, Mel reads them. Out loud. To me. Even if – Read More-
As I stepped off the plane in Tel Aviv, I felt a ‘little tickle’ in my throat. The sort of ‘just a little tickle, nothing’ which, just 3 years ago would have had me barricading myself in the spare room for at least 10 days, taking my meals from Mel at the door dressed in – Read More-
The beach road in Hertzliya is half a cliff up from the beach. So 10 years ago they put in a super lift to take the unfit, the aged, infirm, those with buggies and bikes, and the downright fucking lazy, down to beach level. But they also put a stairway in, which the superfit, like – Read More-
Well, the day that ended with Manchester City winning the most coveted thing in proper (ie European) football; the ‘treble’, started not quite as well when 5am passed and the taxi coming to whisk us to Heathrow hadn’t shown up. They normally arrive ten minutes early and you either hear them outside or get the – Read More-
I first went to Israel in July, 1976. The ‘kibbutz experience’ was by miles the cheapest way to ‘travel’, ‘stay away from home f’ra bit’ and ‘holiday’. Even though you work 6 days a week, so its not, like, Club Med, and the rooms are less ‘The Savoy’ and more ‘Stalag 14’, but that’s all – Read More-
We love a Sheikh, us football fans. Can’t get enough. Man City have got one, and you can’t get more successful than them. Newcastle have got one and look how brilliantly they’ve improved since his arrival! And now Man United might get their own. I never knew there were so many Sheikhs in the world. – Read More-