(Leviticus 21-24)
Earlier on this week I was discussing the parsha with my friend and colleague, Rabbi Shlomo. “We should note”, he said, “that ‘moed’ (festival) comes from ‘vaad’ (meeting), for is not every festival really just a meeting with G-d?” All very interesting until you remember that Rabbi Shlomo is in fact a spider who’s made a web in the corner of the synagogue store cupboard which has been my home for several weeks, a home I now have to share with twelve papier mache golden calfs made by the cheder children, plus the deflated shell of a bouncy castle which the honorary officers, in their wisdom, have purchased for weddings, barmitsvahs and other occasions. (I have at least managed to ensure that the bouncy castle has a mechitzah, so that males and females can bounce with modesty in separate sections). (more…)

Since working with Woody we've become inseparable
As you get older, you find that the years start to take on a familiar rhythm: New Year, Valentine’s Day, the clocks go forward, Marks and Spencers release their best/worst figures ever, local news programmes film teenagers opening their A level results, the clocks go back, and finally Woody Allen releases his latest movie. At that point (more…)
(Numbers 1:1 – 4:20)
And, whilst we’re at it, Behar and Bechukosai (Leviticus 25-27)
Every Jew should try in his lifetime to emulate Moses. Look at me, for instance. Moses went up on high to receive the Torah from G-d, so I too have gone up on high. The only difference is that whereas Moses ascended upon Mount Sinai, I have ascended upon a clock tower in Stockwell, South London, right opposite the seedy-looking flat where Jeremy the Radio 4 so-called producer lives. (more…)