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I know I've been quiet: lots of work/socialising, in some sort of order. In no kind of order, here's some highlights of the previous week:

M called me Tuesday morning, to see if I wanted to see Jackie Mason in his one-night-only London show at the Opera house. £100 (except they were freebies). Couldn't make it - I had tickets to see the North West London Jewish Day School production of HMS Pinafore. It was very cute. Jackie Mason, I can see any time.

Sunday Father at the Hampstead Theatre: saw the opening preview. Great writing, emotional psychodrama type play. Takes a while to get going, but: see it.

Igby Goes Down: reminds me enormously of The Royal Tennenbaums: dysfunctional up-market family, stylised movie. Same trailer problem: the adverts promised you fast-paced-laugh-a-minute, but that's just all the best bits soldered together for three minutes. Good though: except he doesn't, actually, go down. And Claire Danes with Jewish hair? You have to see. It's Catcher in the Rye for the twenty first century, kinda.

My neighbour is a DJ, but I suspect I am his only audience, as he's not very good.

Had fifteen people for lunch on Saturday, which necessitated the buying of new folding chairs from Ikea. Made fabulous watermelon and feta salad with mint, as well as all the usual suspects.

M's summer party saturday night: had a sudden sense of being awwwfully grown up. All the girls were wearing make-up, in an adult, seamless kinda way.

Friday night dinner at the Rabbi's house: there were about fifteen of us (I sense a theme emerging), and I didn't get home till about 1.30am. That Rabbi (and his wife) rock. As they don't say at the Federation of Synagogues.

Sunday brunch on Marylebone High Street with J: we tried desparately hard to go to Eat and Two Veg (a new veggie place), but they had someone outside for an hour consistenty saying they'd be open in fifteen minutes. Discovered La Fromagerie, and that Pauline Fowler obviously lives round there, as she saw me again. I wonder what she said on her weblog?