Eat your heart out, Heat Magazine

Check out this most unlikely synagogue encounter to date. West Wing fans, you in particular.

The only claim to fame I can muster up this week is that I ate lunch with a friend who was staying in Condi's hotel when she was over "tidying up" this big fat mess we call the impending disengagement. Meanwhile I'm checking out flights- I don't want to be anywhere near the masses of Orange when it all goes off. Unfortunately my selfish plans will be beset by a severe lack of financial resources (welcome to Israel!) Maybe I should camp out in the East Jerusalem offices? Might be a darn sight safer!

Will return soon when I have something as blogworthy as A. Meanwhile take care of yourselves -and each other. (Whose catchphrase is that? Memory becoming more sieve-like by the day)