Thanks to A Reader (hello, D, didn't know how you felt about me using your name, but anyway, everyone I know is called D) for pointing out Julie Burchill's piece in the Times on her first trip to Israel.
I love the but where she describes her and her companion as "we philistines".
I've probably said this before - I worked with Julie on the Modern Review in the early nineties, and she was a wholesale philosemite: I introduced her to my friend M, and she fell in love with him and kept sending him lillies. He was a bloke from North London who didn't quite know how to respond. Anway. Enjoy.
I can't believe I just said enjoy. It must be my cold.
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