Through The Drinking Glass

“I hear Mr. T’s Jewish now.”
“Really? When did that happen?”
“Not sure. Still, rather him than me. It’s not just a matter of saying ‘I’m Jewish’, is it?”
“You reckon?”
“Well, there’s certain rituals to be performed. I understand there may be some snipping involved.”
“Ah, you’ve overlooked one thing there.”
“What’s that?”
“If you’re a rabbi and Mr. T comes up to you and says ‘I’m Jewish’, are you going to be the one to tell him that there’s some snipping involved? Are you going to be the one to break out the ceremonial scissors and tell Mr. T to get his kecks off?”
“Well… well no.”
“Exactly. No sensible rabbi would. If Mr. T says he’s Jewish, then that’s good enough for me, and it’s good enough for any rabbi.”
“Fair point. More beer?”


  1. Hey, what happened? My RSS reader thingy has just noticed you exist again, after… ooh, months. Mind you, it’s only fair; has been down for about three weeks, leaving me CSS-less. It’s probably the interweb restoring the delicate balance of Speccydom, or something.

    Yeah, maybe not. More beer?

  2. To be fair, we’ve not really written anything in months. (Well, month.) I have a great excuse, and that’s that I’m learning to write XBox 360 games (and also writing a book). Jon has a terrible, terrible excuse – that he’s too busy with work. Tch, eh?

    I was going to suggest that RSS is terrible too, and you should just visit the site every single day, but then I remembered that we don’t have adverts any more so there’s not much point in that. Ho hum.

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