Angela Epstein


Angela Epstein
Registered: 29 October 2010



A Jewish Greek odyssey

By Angela Epstein, September 2, 2016

The canopy of leaves over the lakeside café in Mavili Square offered blessed relief from the hot summer sun.


I got it wrong - girl power won!

By Angela Epstein, June 23, 2016

Standing in front of the mirror of a Manchester atelier, my 12-year-old daughter, Sophie, twirls in a satisfied pirouette.

Her dress, a confection of tomato red lace, is a success. And so it should be. A bespoke creation, it strikes the perfect balance between girlish princess (my requirement) and va va voom (no prizes there).


The true cost of keeping kosher

By Angela Epstein, April 21, 2016

The other day, I popped into my local deli in Manchester for some "kosher le pesach" cinnamon. Well, you know how those leaden squares of apple pudding go down a treat on Seder night.


Charities, be more charitable

By Angela Epstein, March 17, 2016

There's a flattering hypothesis which prevails when, like me, you work as a journalist and sometime broadcaster.


Pit stops on the Peloponnese

By Angela Epstein, March 10, 2016

It's a pine-scented evening in the little Greek resort town of Kyllini.


Does wanting ID cards make me a Nazi?

By Angela Epstein, February 4, 2016

As someone who makes a living as a social commentator, I'm used to taking bullets from those who disagree with me.


How to bind the community with Broiges UK

By Angela Epstein, December 3, 2015

There's a misshapen challah in the top drawer of my freezer which could easily be mistaken for a draft excluder. Despite being given instructions at the recent Manchester challah bake, I've not been blessed with the Mary Berry gene.


The West Bank is Prozac for the soul

By Angela Epstein, October 29, 2015

I'm sitting on a sun-blushed patio, sipping a mug of hot camomile tea and gazing out at mile upon mile of rolling, sun-scorched hills. The herby scent of fresh mountain air fills the lungs and does much to soothe the soul.

In short, I feel like I've arrived in paradise. Especially since the only sound to ripple the silence is soft, sibilant bird-song.


Do we need a number to remember?

By Angela Epstein, June 22, 2015

Last night, I watched a recording of Manchester's recent communities-wide Yom Hashoah memorial presentation. As a member of the organising committee, I wanted to remind myself of what had been an astonishing event.

There were many reasons for this - not least the speakers who included Holocaust survivors and their families as well as veteran broadcaster, Jonathan Dimbleby.


I know what it means to be an antisemite

By Angela Epstein, May 21, 2015

Standing by the crematoria at Auschwitz, Csanad Szegedi shivered with horror as he stared bleakly into a pit where the ashes of hundreds of thousands of Jews had once been so mercilessly discarded.

As a Jewish boy, trying to grapple with the magnitude of the crimes which took place on this blood-soaked soil, he felt, almost literally, as if he was gazing into the abyss.


Dimbleby Belsen report was almost silenced

By Angela Epstein, April 23, 2015

Broadcaster Jonathan Dimbleby told the audience at Manchester's Yom Hashoah ceremony that the BBC had not wanted to transmit his father's harrowing report from the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp.


Greece: Hooked on the classics

By Angela Epstein, March 26, 2015

It's lung-bashing stuff scaling the upper slope of Mount Lycabettus, the limestone thatdominates the Athenian skyline, about 900 feet above sea level.

In fact it demands so much of our reserves that we draw on every last drop of enthusiasm and stamina to make it to the top.


A Jewish voter's dilemma: Which tribe do I belong to?

By Angela Epstein, March 19, 2015

I've never been much good at making significant decisions. Ask my husband. It took a week for me to respond to his proposal of marriage - even though we'd been together for two years and I was, blush, potty about him.


So why are we such crashingly bad drivers?

By Angela Epstein, March 5, 2015

It was, by any standards, a spectacular manoeuvre. Despite the fact that the road was choked by double parking and school-run traffic, the female driver of an ageing Previa seemed unconcerned about the obstacles around her gatepost.


The kiddushof Christmas

By Angela Epstein, December 4, 2014

Oh, to have been inspired to write I Wish it Could Be Christmas Every Day. Every time I hear that song, I can't help but think of the ker-ching of Noddy Holder's bank balance. Not that I begrudge the Slade front-man one ha'penny of his royalties since I absolutely love this slice of brassy Yuletide pop.