I dated a Jewish Princess from North London once
Lovely girl. Sweet and loyal and fun and she had a pair of great big sloppy norks like the world's most perfect pillows. She had a proper Jewish mother who loved to cook for me too, which was a bonus. She could be bloody annoying though. Here follows a typical scene. It's 10am on Saturday. I'm in bed with a head banging away like the boiler room on the Titanic and a gutful of last night's ale that's been granted parole and wants out. I'd like to be asleep, dreaming of bunnies and sunshine but no, my phone is bleeping at me. Ah hell, she's probably crashed her car into the house again. Better answer it.

"Hi Scrumper!" I can barely make her out. She's whispering.
"Hi, I'm asleep, what's up?" Groggy.
"I just wanted to say that I can't talk now. I'm at Synagogue. I'll call you later. OK bye!"


Every. Sodding. Weekend.
( Scrumper, Thu 4 Aug 2011, 22:46, 1 reply)

and the subtext was:
"look, I am breaking the rules, (just so you know how much I like you)"

Every. Sodding. Weekend.

:-)
(haberman is singing in the changes, Thu 11 Aug 2011, 11:24, closed)