I vant to disengage from ze disengagement.

Last Friday night Levontine, a trendy bar on - you guessed it - Levontine Street, threw an "engagement party."

The latest copy of Layla, a nightlife and entertainment magazine, has the word "Disengagement" emblazoned on the cover in big red letters, right below a moody black and white headshot of a sexy model with damp hair covering one of her eyes. A single tear runs down the model's cheek, ending at the corner of her pouting lips.

The contents of Layla, however are not about the disengagement. In the section called "Munchies," for example, there's an article called "Trash: how to get in touch with your inner bitch." It's about two of the women who were in the Israeli version of "America's Top Model" (which was truly trash), didn't make the final cut and are now trying to become hip hop singers.

But my favourite is an article that surveys the best bars on Lilienblum Street: "Where are the cheapest drinks?"; "Where is it most worthwhile to be Georgian?" (that's the Georgia in the former USSR, not the one with all the peaches); and ""Where am I?"

The caption on the photo of a bar called Lima Lima reads, "Would Azzam Azzam come to Lima Lima?"

And could someone tell me why I think that caption is so damned funny?