2016-08-15 00:54:40 UTC
dedicated to the Watchtower - written here and now in this group first of all
Copyright Daniel Daly Monday 15th of August 2016
He watched the sky. The Watcher watched the sky. The Seven Heavens had advented above Jerusalem, and Jehovah was in the sky, glorious. The King of Creation. The watcher was named Cosadriel, prince of Iceland. Seraphim of Eternity. He watched the skies, and smiled, and went off for a drink at the pub in Ramla.
'Yo, Azrael,' said Cosadriel. 'What's up bro?'
'Life in general,' replied Azrael. 'I'm getting used to this Jewish beer. Bland, indeed, but its alright after a while.'
'I think I've noticed that about Jewish things,' replied Cosadriel. 'Very, very bland. Like all the fun has been taken out of them.'
'True,' replied Azrael. 'Maimonides is very fussy.'
'Aye,' said Cosadriel, and ordered a lemonade.
'I mean, your farts are more toxic than Jewish beer,' Cosadriel said to Azrael.
'Aye,' replied Azrael.
'But then again, your farts are more toxic than nitro glycerin,' said Cosadriel.
'By the holy beard of Moses, that they are,' replied Azrael.
Cosadriel smiled, and drank on his lemonade.
The afternoon passed, and Maimonides came into the pub.
'I have this new drink,' said Maimonides. 'It's called flavoured water.'
'What did you put in it?' asked Cosadriel.
'The finest of Jewish flavours,' replied Maimonides. 'Powdered Grakafrunki.'
'What the hell is Grakafrunki?' asked Cosadriel.
'It's made from egg white, powdered milk, and bland curds,' said Maimonides. 'With a tiny hint of cocoa.'
'Right,' nodded Cosadriel. 'I see. Go wild did ya?'
'It has so much flavour,' said Maimonides. It might even meet the Sanhedrin's approval. They don't approve of much more than water and milk these days.'
Cosadriel looked at Azrael. 'You know, I think Scotland sounds good at this time of year. They still serve old fashioned beer there, don't they?'
'That they do,' replied Azrael.
'You sinners,' said Maimonides. 'The Lord of the Seven Heavens is holy beyond all fathoming. Our kosher diet of water, milk and bread keeps us holy.'
'Yes, I am sure it does,' said Cosadriel.
Maimonides looked at Cosadriel, then looked at Azrael, and sighed.
'How much is a ticket to Glasgow?' the Rabbi asked Azrael.
'I'll just look that up on my laptop,' replied the Scottish Seraphim.
And so another day passed in the Holy New Jerusalem, and the Lord of the Seven Heavens barely batted an eyelid as one of his foremost rabbis boarded a flight for the United Kingdom, finally acknowledging that 'Living a little' wasn't the worst idea in creation.