Until very recently if you Googled the name Rachel Beer you would not come up with anything very much, certainly nothing to suggest that she did what no woman has done before or since - edit both the Observer and the Sunday Times. Indeed, for eight years she was in editorial control of both papers.
For a man who has spent over two decades working within the world of diplomacy and mastering the art of providing carefully crafted, nuanced responses on behalf of the government of Israel, Mark Regev could hardly be more blunt.
Thousands of tourists will have descended on Cornwall during the holiday season, a fair few Jews among them. But what the visitors may not know is that the county which is famous for its pasties, beaches and clotted-cream teas, is also home to a fascinating Jewish heritage.
Rabbi Michael Laitner runs the United Synagogue's Newlyweds Programme which helps couples learn practical Jewish approaches to married life. He has some advice which he thinks might be useful to a certain young couple who are tying the knot today: "An old Midrashic adage states that a groom is compared to a king as long, add the rabbis, as he treats his bride like a queen."
A group of men and women in tracksuits and coloured bibs are dribbling footballs through cones, whooping and exchanging high-fives as they complete a circuit. It is a common enough sight on pitches up and down the country, but this training session, taking place at Brighton University's Chelsea School of Sport in Eastbourne, is different.
Last month, on a sunny pavement in the Wilhelmsdorf-Charlottenberg section of Berlin, some 40 people solemnly gathered outside a block of tidy, well-scrubbed residential flats on Gieselerstrasse 12. They came to commemorate the memory of seven Jews who were rounded up by the Nazis and sent to their deaths in Auschwitz between 1942 and 1944.
At the age of 26, Dena Ryness had been big for as long as she could remember. Having been a chubby child and pudgy teenager, Ryness was now a grown-up size 16-18 who had never exercised. She longed to wear trendy clothes but was resigned to being "the fat one" in her family.
There you are, cruising along the crowded highway from Tel Aviv airport towards Jerusalem. Suddenly, slashing its way across the barren landscape to your left, you see it: a great, grey, concrete monstrosity, dividing creamy-white Jewish settlements from shabby Arab villages.