It's Succot on Friday night - it's just that time of year, one Jewish festival after another - and while I didn't build my own Succah, last night I decorated L and S's with S and B. I just know L will be checking this out because he wants to know what I said about him. So not only does he have superlative succah-building skills (especially for a doctor), but he's a thoroughly nice bloke, to boot. Also, he'd make a very good plant.
Reminds me; in my first job, an ad agency in Richmond where I was a fish out of water like you've never seen (only Jew, only person who ate anything), a graduate job starting in like September. So when it got to Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, I'd only be there like a fortnight. Took two days holiday for Rosh Hashana - no problem.
What is it? they asked me.
Oh, it's Jewish New Year.
What, like loads of drinking and and a hangover?
Not exactly, I replied. More like Christmas: lots of family and loads of food.
When it got to Yom Kippur, ten days later, they asked again (and my boss made me take half a days holiday as I couldn't leave early to get home in time for Kol Nidrei). Is this about food as well?
No, I said, it's a fast day.
Right - like a diet after all the excess of New Year?
Not exactly.
When it got to Succot, it just got silly. I mean, what was I going to tell them? Even though it's probably raining in London, we build little huts in the garden and live in them? I mean, p-u-leese.
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