Up, Down, Turn Around, Kick a Palestinian (Seth Freedman)
I don’t get up at five o’clock for love or money. Love, cos it can wait until a more suitable hour of the morning; money, cos I’ve got enough to see me through till at least lunchtime most days, so it’s hardly on my mind at such an inopportune hour. However, those of you who know Alex, who know the way in which he operates, will understand that if he comes barging his way into your bedroom singing and dancing at quarter past five, it is pointless to resist the onslaught. I got up, eyes stinging and head pounding, dressing in my best olive-picking garb, and it was off to Liberty Bell Park to meet our fellow volunteers. Continue Reading »















