Now here's a strange thing. I've just received the new programme of courses from JW3, the north London Jewish community centre which just happens to be about 200 metres from my office. I eat there regularly - it's got a great restaurant.
I know that we're in the midst of preparing for Passover but my mind is still on Purim - especially after a shocking meeting I had with a local charity which will serve as a useful reminder for what not to do next year.
The words below are not mine. But because of their gravity, it is important that you read them in full.
“The notion of resistance has been perhaps washed out of our understanding of how colonised people will obtain their physical emancipation...With mainstream, Zionist-led media outlets …resistance is presented as an act of terrorism.
I didn’t grow up celebrating Pesach. But over the years, I’ve attended seders where I was inspired by the remarkable story told in the haggadah — a tale of a people who, sustained by fortitude and faith, escaped slavery and reached their freedom.
Everyone's grandmother has a moment when they realise their grandchild is a rare and extraordinary genius. Mine enjoyed this epiphany in The Refreshment House, better known as the Golders Hill Park Café.
Blame Woody Allen. Blame Sholem Aleichem. Blame Roth or Sorkin, or Seinfeld, or Larry David. Blame BT for Beattie. Blame them for sustaining the popular image of the Jew as someone who is neurotic, obsessive, a tad narcissistic. Someone who in the real world might well be grappling with a fairly serious mental health issue.