The name refers to the habit people have in Tel Aviv of adding the Hebrew word “kazze”, meaning “sort of”, to the end of other words.Shenkin is now considered somewhat passe. One of its most fashionable restaurants is called Cafe Kazze. First there was Shenkin Street, whose name became a synonym for young, smart, left-leaning Israeli intelligentsia It was very self-consciously Tel Avivian. The idea of the sabra [native- born Israeli] who can survive on a basic schnitzel [fried chicken breast] is going out: now sabras want a good cup of coffee, and they can get it.”New streets and neighbourhoods lined with cafes and clothes shops began to spring up in Tel Aviv in the early Nineties. Boaz Paldi sees the new values reflected in small aspects of social behaviour: “Israelis here have started to smile more at you Men and women flirt in a way they didn’t before. They don’t feel they have to fight for their existence every second of the day.”
Tel Aviv, straggling along Israel’s Mediterranean coast, is at the forefront of the change that has come in the last five years. Boaz Paldi, a television cameraman who is a friend of Amram, says: “The Zionist myths about the soldier/farmer as the ideal Israeli have died away Israel is not the enclosed society it once was Young Israelis are more relaxed.

It was the first spontaneous street party in Tel Aviv for years.”

The reason the defeat of Netanyahu provoked such an emotional response in Amram and his friends was because they saw it as the victory of a more tolerant, open and less militarised ethic over the Prime Minister’s vision of Israel as a Jewish island permanently surrounded by Arab enemies. “I went out of my apartment into Rabin Square where thousands of young people were dancing. ROY AMRAM, a 25-year-old computer specialist in Tel Aviv, began to cry with relief on 17 May when Israeli television announced that exit polls showed Benjamin Netanyahu had been swept out of office after three years as Prime Minister “I started sobbing like a baby,” he said. Remember Bill Threlfall’s words: “The daughter of a very eminent doctor indeed.”.

Briefly, it is a story about posh young people in the mid-18th century searching for suitable husbands and wives Everyone at court is fascinated by the spectacle And as it was then, so it is now. It is an extraordinary privilege, which we undervalue at our peril.There is now, I find, very little space in which to comment on Aristocrats, BBC’s lavish new costume drama I shall return to it next week. True, but that in turn will be of little consolation to the journalist John Diamond and his wife, Nigella Lawson, whose plight was covered in the previous week’s updated Inside Story.What, it has been asked, is the point of such documentaries? They win acclaim and awards but whose interests do they really serve? The answer is that they offer an insight into the human condition from a perspective usually enjoyed, if that is the word, only by doctors and nurses For like the medics, we are involved yet detached. If he starts to grate at least Tessa can turn him into someone else. Destiny will take the People’s Impersonator one of two ways: either obscurity on a Scottish farm doing dreadful impressions in his living room.

Or most likely, a future as the new Bob Monkhouse, hosting the Royal Variety Show or Saturday Night Live at the Palladium What a thought.. Imagine you’ve never heard of Wimbledon – don’t know what tennis is, who plays it, or why. Then bang! You open the tabloids, and it hits you like a shot between the eyes: tennis is that game played by serious sportsmen who earn obscene amounts of money, while the women create an amusing diversion in their teeny-weeny tennis skirts. In other words, you may have noticed that the spotlight at Wimbledon has focussed quite conclusively so far on one Anna Kournikova, an 18-year- old Russian “stunna”. In terms of tennis ability Anna’s an extreme long shot for the title but that hasn’t worried the headline writers.

The Sun’s Kourna corner promised: “We’ll run a pic a day until she goes out”, with the comforting caveat, “Don’t worry fellas she’s in the doubles too.” The Daily Mail dubbed her: “The girl who just can’t lose (even though she hasn’t got a hope of winning)”.
Even when Jelena Dokic spectacularly defeated top seed Martina Hingis in the first round, the Sun seemed most impressed with her choice of hairstyle: “With her blonde ponytail, Jelena cut Martina to pieces” was the headline. The Evening Standard called her the “executioner with the face of an angel”. At the press conference afterwards everyone seemed more interested in her birthmark than how it feels to beat the world No 1.This lack of regard for female talent is disappointing, but the real tragedy and disgrace is that the tabloid press has completely ignored an issue that desperately needs exposing – the vast number of drop-dead gorgeous male tennis totty playing down at SW19. OK, there are a few teenage men vying for a seat to watch Anna, but they’re way outnumbered by the number of randy female fans ogling Henman, Haas and Rafter.Head down to the practice courts and you’ll find gaggles of women jostling for position to watch Agassi knocking up.