Written by me
On Wednesday morning I go to my GP for a routine check up. “The doctor’s waiting for you upstairs,” the masked receptionist says. There are four very large shopping bags lying across the stairs. I’ve only been in the surgery two minutes and already I’m…
SUNDAY I’m having a barbecue party on my roof deck for one — me. Or, if you include Xerxes the cat, for two. I find a bottle of what I think is barbecue fuel and squirt it straight on to the coals to speed things…
Two weeks ago, my daughter emailed to say she was coming to live with me for a couple of months. She’s been working abroad. I was delighted. One hour after moving in, she said: “Dad, you have to buy a new sofa.” “What’s wrong with…
It’s a lovely summer’s evening and I’m sitting outside one of my favourite local restaurants waiting for my friend Marshall to arrive. I’ve parked my red Vespa scooter (why aren’t there more Jews on scooters? You get where you’re going before everyone else) by the…
Peter Rosengard negotiates a tricky few days in Dublin Last Saturday I was reading the paper on a plane on my way to Dublin. Now I’m not the kind of man who likes to hit a successful cafe chain when it’s down, but the news…
In an attempt to bond with his daughter our raconteur decided that he would live a feminist vegan life Last Monday I popped over to Melbourne for six days, to see my daughter, Lily. “You went to Australia for six days?” my friend Chris said…
A week in the life of Peter Rosengard MONDAY ‣ The phone rang; it was my friend Ronnie. “How are you,” he asked. “Great,” I said. “That is, apart from breaking my ankle this morning.” “Great! I’ve got this idea for a film based on my…
If you’re going to volunteer for a war — make sure it’s a six day one. On Monday June 5 1967 my 20-year-old self was trying to pursuade one of the Zionist Federation staff in Piccadilly Circus that I qualified for a seat on the…
Insurance man On Sunday, I was in a café in West London having a croissant and single espresso (as that famous Jewish detective Inspector Montalbano once said: "God made the croissant for espresso") when I got talking to the man at the next table, Yemi…