I Went To Heaven. It's in Sheffield

It all started many months ago. We were at a pub in Sheffield, UK when a group of girls in school uniforms and mini skirts entered. We wondered who was the pervert who designed such uniform. We assumed they just came from a graduation ceremony or something of that sort. We forgot that incident in the pub and summer in Sheffield was again as blue as it had always been.

Two weeks ago in Sheffield we went out to look for a place to have a drink. We found a nice place, many students, not too crowded. We went in and had whiskey. Slowly, one after the other, started entering the pub 18 y/o girls wearing police-officer uniforms with ranks, hats and mini skirts. We were amused. We envied the people of Sheffield for having such good spirit.

This week we also had a couple of nights to kill in Sheffield. We decided to go to the same pub again, one of the busiest pubs in Sheffield. And there again our eyes caught the most jolly sight of groups of girls, wearing angels' clothes with wings and mini-skirts. It all became clear. Those girls we saw months ago in school uniform, the police officers: There ought to be some costume party here every week. But how can it be? Last week we were here on Monday and today is Tuesday. An angel wearing a mini-skirt passed by and distracted us, we stopped discussing the issue.

On Wednesday we wondered what were the odds. We were at three evenings out of three so far. We went to the pub. How disappointed we were to find a pub full of men watching a football match. Double was our disappointment when a blackboard painted in chalk said it was a Kareoki night. Disappointed, we poured ourselves a beer and sat down. At 20:30 we decided to call it a night and were about to go back to the hotel. And just as we were set to leave, like a fairy tale, entered a group of twenty girls, all red, Santa hats and, as is usual in these places under the heaven, red mini-skirts. OMG! Four out of four! In an instant the cold weather outside was forgotten, home sickness was gone. Heaven is here!

The spirit of the English is good. It reminded me of the spirit of the people of Jerusalem and perhaps all suburbia's people. Happy people who go out to have a good time. I recall a party in Jerusalem when everybody came to enjoy themselves, not to see and be seen. For a Tel-Aviver this was quite a site. Christmas spirit in Sheffield only enhanced the joy of the party people. When Kareoki started this spirit blew over us and filled us with joy too.

I'll try to pass a bit of this joy to you. Imagine twenty girls like the one in the picture below joining in their high voices to the chorus of the song below. I put the Kareoki version of the song so you can join in singing. Fun is guaranteed.

Yoooouuuuu Baby!!!!

It used to be hell but Sheffield looks great since discovering the Cavendish.

Places I liked in London

I spent the weekend in London. Better than Sheffield... I found some places I should get back to:

1. Edgeware Road - "Little Lebanon" where you can get a decent dish of reasonably priced Hummus.

2. Brick Lane - "Little Bangladesh", lots of Bengal restaurants, cool atmosphere, good food. I was lucky because there was the Brick Lane festival* but it looks like a nice place to have dinner any time of year.

3. Old Street - Pubs etc.

4. Konstam - a little coffee shop in King's Cross on the way between the train station and the Holiday Inn. A cool little place to have breakfast.

(*This post was translated from Hebrew and was originally posted in September when the Brick Lane festival takes place)

It's easier to give up in e-mail

I won't lie to you. I also dumped girls in e-mail. It's easier and, after only three dates common courtesy doesn't dictate other behavior. My pain is for she never even said 'no'. It looks like she gave up. It was easier for her to run away, to forget.

And why is it so painful after only three dates? Well, that's the whole point. It's painful because after three dates it hurts and that's not a common thing.

I'm in Sheffield, UK. Sky was dark today as appropriate for English weather. And good for that. I don't know how I would deal with the pleasant European sun in such a day. In the afternoon the skies were red with frustration. Yes, frustration. It's all very frustrating. Forecast for the weekend is rain. I hope they miss the forecast because I don't feel like crying.

And I told her that I don't write about personal stuff in my blog...

She wants to be alone

She wants to be alone. I understand her. It scares me too. You go to work in the morning, in the evening you get back to your fortress of solitude, eat whatever you want, watch whatever you want on TV. Master of your domain. You go for a stroll in the streets, go to friends. Then you got out with whoever you want or just stay home to read a book. Having someone else to consider is not easy. In this town you're never alone but it's easy to forget that you're lonely.

Men are Mice in a Labyrinth

Men never grow up. Men remain children until they die. As the years go by men seemingly become mature. We're mice in a labyrinth. We only want the cheese. We walk around, sniff. We think we're close so we put our hand on her lap. Bzzzzz!!! Electric shock. We're back at the beginning of the labyrinth. Sniffing. This is a dead end. We've been here before. It looks like we're almost there. We almost reach out for the cheese but then we remember we were electrified here. So we find a way around. There - we found the cheese. A moment before we taste it we take a glance at another girl. Bzzzz!!! Electric shock. We have to start the labyrinth again. We know the way by now. We know how to get to the cheese but we didn't get a bite yet. We talk, pretend to be listening, we even compliment about your hairdo. And finally we bite the cheese. The day after, we're back at the beginning of the labyrinth, running to the cheese. We reached the cheese. We know how to bite it. But we didn't call the day after. Bzzzzz!!!! Electric shock.

"- I really gained a lot of weight". "- yeah, you should go on a diet". Bzzzz!!!!
"- Let's get a movie and a bottle of wine and stay home, just the two of us". "- Sure! We'll do that tomorrow. I'm watching football with the guys tonight". Bzzzz!!!!

And so, slowly but surely, we learn the secrets of life. We don't understand it. We don't approve of it. We're more experienced. Not more mature.

About Marriage and Coffee

Why is it that when people get married they stop going out and start inviting people over to their place? A couple of my friend invited another couple of friends over for dinner tonight. Another friend of mine was invited to a couple of friends for evening coffee and cake. I think the married people think: We're bored to death and we're to lazy to do anything about it. So come over and amuse us. I don't have anything in particular against meeting in homes (although I prefer the pub or a cafe). But it appears to be consistent that marriage somehow change the entertainment preferences of people. It's an approach like "we're married already. we're no longer children who go out to pubs".

I don't understand it. I don't understand life in general.

What's better

It's better to be woken up by a phone call 3o minutes after you fell asleep than be woken up by a phone call 30 minutes before you were supposed to wake up.

It's better not to forget your mobile phone in the taxi. Not all taxi drivers will answer it when you call to ask them to bring it back.