I don't like flags.
It's not because of any childhood trauma (although Geri Halliwell spilling out of her Union Jack dress at the Brit Awards came pretty damn close).
It's not a weird phobia, like some people are scared of fruit.
It's not because...
I'm not in the habit of feeling sorry for politicians.
They don't tend to elicit much sympathy.
As elected representatives their actions are subject to considerable scrutiny, justifiably so.
As President of the Free World/capitalist fiefdom (delete according to political view) Barack Obama is the most scrutinised man...
It is a long walk into Gaza.
One thousand metres of caged walkway separate the sterile, futuristic and, to my mind, faintly sinister Israeli checkpoint at Erez from the Palestinian entry-point on the northern border.
But before we get to the checkpoint we have to wait 500 metres down...
First things first:
I'm a Jew.
A Jew in Palestine (I'm just waiting for some smartarse to 'politely' inform me that Palestine is not a country, although, as of last Thursday, I have the might of the UN behind me).
'So what?' you might ask, and...