I've just come back from a most hilarious, London-stylee party. These things make me not want to leave the country, but luckily I realise it was great fun because I never actually attend these do's, so when I do it's super and novel. One of my favourite flicks, The Wizard of Oz, is being re-released this winter in a new digitally re-mastered version and because of its new technicoloured wonderfulness, it's being shown in cinemas up and down the country. Hurrah for big fans and big gay people everywhere! The evening was hosted by the curzon Soho, and sponsored by some lovely bakery called Kondit&Cook who, it turns out, make utterly scrummy cakes and confectionaries. The Wiz was funnier than the last time I saw it (not all that long ago) - perhaps because it was introduced by a tall man with a beard, dressed in the tallest red glittery shoes i've ever been lucky enough to see, a floaty green dress and suspenders. Exactly what a girl wants to see after a terribly long, boring and frustrating day at your desk. Work worries flew out the window and the campety camp madness began! Man in green dress and scarily high shoes went on to introduce the new girl playing Elphaba in Wicked from January - tres exciting! a celeb in our midst! who we asked to sing, but refused. Then there was the show (I still can't bring myself to look directly at Her Scary Green Witchiness.. I definetely saw that film too young) and then along came the party and treats. I was most excited by the treats, can you tell from the stream of consciousness?! Surprise gift boxes, containing a perfectly square yellow cake with Wiz related icing on - mine was of the Emerald City, although Dan confidently told me it was a Christmas tree before we realised they were all film-related. ha! - a little yellow Lego block (highly confusing until it was explained by manly-tranny in green dress that Lego piece could be swapped for a free drink!) a gingerbread man with 'Jolly' iced on his chest (i think the evening was called 'Jolly' but still cant figure out the relevance) and a little box of biscuits. Going home pressies rock! Oh I do love The Wizard of Oz... it's so magical and fantastical and has a whole bizarre moral message to it.

"Only bad witches are ugly" - Glinda

Meanwhile, it's v.late and I must to bed but I'm all whirlwhinded from seeing my favourite film up on the big screen, it was fantastic. I wish all the Yayas could have been there, it's totally our film, seeing as we 'did' it so well on Purim. Perhaps I can persuade whomever I end up cajoling into marrying me to have a themed wedding.... ?

"...we're outta the woods, we're outta the fields, we're outta the night.." (are these the words?)

"Ding dong the witch is dead! the wicked witch! the witch is dead! ding dong the wicked witch is deeeeaaaad!"

"Put 'em up, put 'em uuuuuuup..." - the Cowardly Lion

Amy Winehouse makes me want to puke. What is the massive structure piled on top of her head? what IS it? What's living in it?And why does she also have to be jewish? She doesnt know the words to hava nagila, and she looks as if petrol or something equally greasy may spew from her mouth, each time she opens it. A river of petrol... or gasoline, as Americans might say. Or, Mcvomit, as George might say.

But what a voice! That's it, isn't it. Her voice is the river of petrol.. it just pours out of her.

Dear Santastein,
The GIJoe doll last year was super amusing. Good one. But seriously, this year could my Man please be present in my stocking? Yeah, i know i'm jew-flavour but i like doing the stocking. Be happy, im buying into your red&white version of christmas. So - back to business. I'd like for him to be an amalgamation of Oz in Buffy (perhaps he could also maybe look like, or actually BE seth green?) - he of the black nail polish, monosyllabicness and guitar strumming - George in Grey's Anatomy (messy, bumbling, sensitive, witty, wounded) Jack Johnson (for the lyrics and the woman-loving. Pesach in Hawaii? yes please) and lastly - Ray Lamontagne, he of the raspy voice - "..battered, bitter and beseiged, devastated and uncomprehending.." . C'est possible?

"Its so easy to get caught up in your own experiences," LaMontagne says. "They can seem so important. But there are billions and billions of other experiences going on. I guess the album is just me trying to look at things beyond myself, wondering what it is to be alive and what it's all about. I do get into my own experiences — I put the blinders on, in that sense, just dealing with my own life events. But then I try to open the blinders back up again, at the end."

The thing with shidduchim is, that I dont actually want to be one. I dont want to be someone else's success story, someones secure place in heaven. I want to meet someone in a Borders. We'll be browsing the same aisle, I think. He'll notice the pile of pseudo-intellectual books I'm carrying around with me and think "Interesting choices.. wow, good hair!"

The alternative, being set up, is often too grim to contemplate. It's disheartening, and increasingly humiliating. Not for me, seeing as I'm opting out of that whole scene, but for friends of mine who are going through it. People (and by 'people' i fully intend to imply frum women wearing sheitels) should be banned entirely from setting singletons up on the basis of "well she's frum, and he's frum, and they both have jobs". I am woman, hear me SHRIEK. Who does that?! London may be stagnant, but surely we can do better than that!

There are so many reasons to move, to get on the plane, to pack up my books, to leave behind the theatre and good shopping and afternoon tea and scones, best friends and seeing my nephews every Friday. But i want to have my own little ones! I want to find someone. And i need to move to even think about it. I'm imagining being able to go to the kotel whenever i want... will i go often enough, knowing it's just a bus ride away?

So much to think about, to worry about, be excited about. Will I survive this move?!

1 month tomorrow - 4 weeks tomorrow - 1 month tomorrow, I am MOVING TO ISRAEL!