D. emails: You whingeing little ponce! You write, "I wear a yarmulke and tzitzit and a beard and people still ask me if I’m Jewish." You’re NOT Jewish. A self-administered conversion doesn’t count. Rabbi Union was right. You’re a deceitful whelp. If I, your dear old dad, donned a bloody mitre, it wouldn’t make me a fair-dinkum Catholic bishop, would it? You’re just playing dress-up like you did with your dead mum’s clothes and makeup. That didn’t make you a girl, did it? Well, at least physically it didn’t. Your romps with your childhood mate Wayne Cherry lead me to believe that you believed it did. Sickening.
And keep up with your fair-dinkum Alexander Technique. It seems as fraudulent and specious as everything else you undertake.
The next time I see you, Sunny Jim, I’ll give you a wallop you won’t soon forget.