Our Desert Rat
This is a photo of my Grandpa Harold, along with his father and two of his brothers.
Our mum’s dad, by the time I knew him, he was a jovial older fellow (in fact, probably around my age – yikes). We bonded over computers and video games (he was ahead of his time on that front, I inherited many of my geekier tendencies from him). And we bonded over his storytelling – he loved to regale all his grandchildren with tales of his extraordinary experiences when he was younger.
Our Grandpa Harold had stories of adventure, of far away lands, straight out of a Boys Own annual, because Harold was a Desert Rat…
The Ballad of Dom and Bojo
Written on 27th May 2020 at the height of the Dominic Cummings scandal
Two men who fed us snappy lines,
To hide the complicated.
“Take back control”, “get Brexit done”,
We swallowed whole, elated.
Odd couple in the thick of it,
A Downing Street sitcom,
PM dependent on his key adviser.
Classic Dom.
Who has got our backs?
My name is Greg and I am a Jew.
By a quirk of fate, I was born into one of the easier periods of Jewish history. If you look back over the past couple of millennia, there have not been many comparable runs of stability for us Jews through the exiles, the pogroms and the genocide. This fortunate timing engenders an enormous sense of gratitude. But also a keen sense of history…