He once told me that if I ever have to stay in hospital I should ask for kosher food. It's fresh, hot and delicious, unlike the usual NHS slop.
He wasn't Jewish. He had the cheek of the devil.
After a long spell in hospital, last week he breathed his last. I can imagine the rabbi visiting him as he slipped away.
Next week it's his funeral. In Golders Green.
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