During the years in which we lived and worked in Singapore, it was the Rabbi's
practice to invite members of the congregation to say a few words during the
meal at the end of the Sabbath. The Synagogue in Singapore is Sephardic, so
having an Ashkenazi visitor such as myself who was willing to take part in the
custom was quite a novelty for the congregation.
I am no Torah expert, but the combination of my British Commonwealth
accent, enjoyment of story telling and tendency to lateral thinking, nudged me
into becoming the regular speaker at the 'third meal' on Saturday afternoons.
I have tried in this little book, to recapture some of the talks I gave during my
happy years with the community in Singapore.
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