My ability to analyze political moves is very limited, but after members of the "Nobody to Talk to" program, Ruby Rivlin, was appointed president, and my friend Yair Lapid is on his way to becoming prime minister - it seems to me that the key is success in Israeli politics. To or cultivate relationships with members of the center, but contact me.So if anyone wants to get far in the public arena, he should pick up the phone and even listen, or pretend to listen, to my dubious advice.
Although it makes me a little older, there is something happy about the fact that the designated prime minister, like his predecessor Naftali Bennett and Chief of Staff Aviv Kochavi, are younger than me. It is also refreshing that the prime minister is a man like us, , Once wrote a TV series, presented a talk show, practiced karate and even sinned in writing some songs and books.
On the other hand, when someone you know closely becomes a prime minister, you immediately compare and think about what you have provided in the meantime, and where you have come in this life.
So I still write a column every week, which Torch did successfully 20 years ago, and has since progressed to a position where people write columns about him.
While he's going to run a country, I'm even having a hard time dieting.
Once upon a time, teenagers would hang posters of our band in their bedrooms, but the picture of Lapid against the background of the Israeli flag will now be hung in schools, IDF bases, government offices and the health fund, and next to his picture will not say "Maariv for Youth."
While I have trouble sleeping at night because of a NIS 100 debt at the grocery store, because one of my daughters said I annoyed her or because the first lady asked me to take care of replacing a swinging board in the bathroom and I have no idea if it requires a drill, screwdriver or rake - Yair has a driver strike on her head The bus, the sanctions on the education system, the Iranian nuclear program, Hamas in Gaza and Hezbollah with thousands of precision-guided missiles aimed at us, capable of hitting any citizen who is just trying to replace a toilet board in a toilet.
I wonder what was wrong with him, when like me he was content to perform once a week with Tamir and the band or with Rami Kleinstein, and what Kleinstein did so badly that made Yair move into politics and share a working space with colleagues like Israel Katz, Tamar Zandberg and Dudi Amsalem.
After all, his salary must have been better when he was like Dvir Bendek, a bank presenter.
The security around him will tighten from now on, and the question is whether the GSS has already checked my security background and if I am marked with them as "the problematic friend with the strange tap", and if when I approach him to whisper a non-security secret or give him a slap, three gunmen will jump on me With a headset on suspicion of attempted political assassination.I think a person in my position and around me deserves to get at least a certificate of sale, which will allow him to approach the prime minister and attack him with mediocre jokes.
The question is whether from now on the barbecues on Saturday and the Independence Day eve party will take place in Balfour, what the parking arrangements will be and if when I say something to mutual friends, it could be reported that an unofficial source in the prime minister's office (who I am) said the kebabs are ready.
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Just a week ago, our band was a guest at the Red Band puppet show Red Stock.
The show was attended by more than 6,000 energetic spectators who bought tickets to watch the padded ensemble host the best Israeli artists, from Tuna to Ninet, from Sarit Hadad to Tamir Greenberg, from Paul Trunk to Nono.
This is not the first time our band has collaborated with Red Band, who as in "The Singer in the Mask," only a few have seen their true faces.
A good few years ago we filmed an episode of their TV series, which ended in a boxing match between the two bands and a cover version of Neil Young's song "Keep on Rocking in the Free World".
The director of Red Band was played there by the late Zvi Shissel.
For those who do not know the leader of the puppet ensemble, this is an aging rock star from the 60s named Red Auerbach (unrelated to the undecided MK Nir Auerbach on the right), who tends to swear and talk rudely about sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. American Biden, I am hosted by a puppet band called Red, Lepti and Phillip, who is a mouse who serves as the band's drug supplier. That I have completed my long term as a parent in the education system.
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This week, under the auspices of the school and inspired by Hollywood, the Prom Ball was held.
This is an American-style graduation party, where one evening the boys and girls switch from the t-shirt, flip-flops and scooter to prom dresses, high heels, suits and ties - as if we are not in Israel in June, and outside there is a 30-degree horror prom.
I have no idea what happened at the party itself, and it's not really critical either, because what really matters is the footage before they stay even after, in which all the cute and beautiful kids, who in a moment will wear too dirty Monday, stand in poses reserved for movie stars at the Cannes Film Festival.
I wonder when this custom was adopted from the West Coast to the Middle East, named after him and Hollywood, and although I try to avoid sounding old, I repeat exactly my parents' texts and hear myself say with a little Yiddish accent: "In our time it was not ... it's all from the ticking."
In my very dim memory of my high school graduation, a standard graduation ceremony comes up on the school grounds in sandals, at the end of which the singer Tryphons performs with his hit "Dirla de De," or whoever performed was a less glittery and cheaper version of it called Levitros.
There was also a quality, energetic and quite intimate performance in the Ben Shemen Forest of the legendary Tammuz band.
At the girl's prom party, Dudu Farouk appeared, who most parents do not really know and perhaps it is better for their blood pressure that it stay that way, and if they did hear about it - it is not clear to them if his words are at all repressed.
But surely what he sings there is not reminiscent of the "chick of a chick" common in school farewell ceremonies.
Maybe more something like "chicken chicken" style.
I used to be sure that as time went on texts would become more and more extreme, but the exact opposite happened, and in the context of political correctness, Shalom Hanoch who appeared with Tammuz at our graduation party in 1976 can no longer sing "It's not a lady, it's a master", and even "Hashem" Always "no longer really politically correct.
yairn@israelhayom.co.il
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