I adore Nick Cohen for so many reasons. He once bought me a burger and laughed uproariously at my jokes as we lunched, even though his were much funnier. He described me and Julie’s book Not In My Name as “a spirited attack” in The Observer. His Facebook status updates are always hilarious and brighten up many an afternoon.

But mostly I adore him for his courageous writing. His book What’s Left is a shudderingly great attack on the hypocrisies and other ugliness of the modern British Left. Reading it encouraged Julie and I to write Not In My Name. She once described herself and I as “like Nick Cohen, but the K-Tel version”. I wish.

He now has a new book out called Waiting For The Etonians and gave Oy Va Goy an interview.

I loved What’s Left with all my heart. How does your new book compare with it in content and theme?
Waiting for the Etonians is a collection of journalism some new some already published and updated. Unlike What’s Left it’s a very British book, about my take on what it has been like to live and write over here at the end of an extraordinary and disorientating bubble market. There are two major themes:

* How the political left allowed speculators to run riot until they brought down the roof on the rest of society.

* How the cultural left failed to rise to the challenge from radical Islam.

In essence it’s about people forgetting their best instincts and disaster following.

You enjoy your spats. I do too, particularly your ones with Johann Hari and George Monbiot. Which one have you enjoyed most?
I enjoy arguments not spats. The one thing which shocked me after What’s Left? was released was people lying about what was in the book. Unless they are on drugs or soft in the head, they must sit down and quite deliberately invent. I’m used to it now, and quickly learned that you can’t really argue with people like that. All you can do is say “no I don’t believe that black is white and two and two make five”. It becomes very tedious very quickly. I’ve enjoyed arguing with European and Australian journalists much more than with Brits. Even if they think I’m wrong, they at least attack what I believe rather than invent some fantasy. I wasn’t aware I’d had a spat with Monbiot but I’ve had so many spats I may have forgotten it.

Spats with Monbiot rule. His one with Julie shifted thousands of copies of Not In My Name. On a separate note, what is the maddest thing an antisemite has ever said to you?
That the Israel “lobby” organised the second Iraq War. Madness straight from the Protocols of the Elders of Zion, of course, but treated as sane by the London Review of Books, Independent, BBC etc, etc.

If you had to spend a month on a desert island with George Galloway or Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, which would you choose and why?
There must be a third way!

Why are people such arses, Nick?
Lots of reasons, Chas. In politics the main one is the fear of breaking with the received wisdom of those around them and being cast out of their tribe.

Well said. Waiting For The Etonians is out now.

In the run-up to the paperback publication of Not In My Name: A Compendium Of Modern Hypocrisy on April 2nd, I am running occasional extracts here.

Here is an extract from my lengthy chapter about the hypocrisy of Israel bashers. This passage focuses on the response in the UK to the war with Hezbollah in the summer of 2006:

“We are all Hezbollah now,” the modern hypocrites had chanted as they marched in fury against Israel’s latest battle for survival, as the rockets of that terror group were raining down on its cities and kibbutzim. If “Not In My Name” was an embarrassing slogan, then “We are all Hezbollah now” was little short of insane. How could these marchers, who say they oppose misogyny, tyranny, homophobia and genocide, march in support of an organisation which fanatically and brutally promotes all those things? Because they’re hypocrites, of course, and because their frenzied hatred of Israel has utterly stupefied them. It was embarrassing for them, therefore, when Hezbollah’s leader Hasan Nasrallah told them: “We don’t want anything from you. We just want to eliminate you.” As Martin Amis neatly put it, these demonstrators were “up the arse of the people that want them dead”.

But what were they doing up there? Many no doubt believed that during the war they were backing the little guy of Hezbollah against the big guy of Israel. The truth was somewhat different, though. Hezbollah was no little guy, it was backed by millions of pounds of Iranian and Syrian money. Neither were the two sides of the conflict as clear-cut as they believed. The Israeli Arabs of Haifa spent much of the summer sitting in bunkers to avoid being killed by Hezbollah rockets. Many of these Arabs cheered on the Israeli army throughout the campaign. Similarly, Ethiopian Jews who Israel had previously bravely airlifted from oppression and starvation were particularly badly hit in Tiberias. How incredible that back in England, many of the groups whose members wear white Make Poverty History wristbands and campaign on Third World debt were willing to cheer as Ethiopians were bombed by Hezbollah.

So no, Israel was not necessarily the Goliath of the conflict. How could a nation the size of Wales, surrounded by millions who want it wiped off the map be a Goliath? However, the courage shown by its soldiers was immense. Lt Colonel Roe Klein was marching at the head of a unit of troops when a Hezbollah man threw a hand grenade at them. Lt Klein jumped on top of the grenade to save his troops, losing his life in the process. Meanwhile, Hezbollah were employing the standard cowardly tactic of hiding among women and children, with wheelchair-bound people a particular favourite.

Throughout Israel, the population showed itself to be as brave and humanitarian as ever. Newspapers were full of classified advertisements in which families offered to house those from the north of the country who were under Hezbollah fire. Ultra-Orthodox Jews took in secular Jews, people living in small flats flung open their doors to large families with pets. The blitz spirit also saw youngsters from the big cities like Jerusalem and Tel Aviv organise treats for Arab children from Galilee. The government arranged for celebrities to visit the bunker-ridden population of the north and even flew in a gay porn star to cheer up gay Israeli troops. As Hezbollah’s rockets rained down over northern Israel, weddings in the region had to be cancelled. So cinema producer Eliman Bardugo organised for those affected to have the chance to be married en masse on the beach in Tel Aviv. Some 50 couples took him up on the offer.

Meanwhile, in London, left-wing people took to the streets to cheer on Hezbollah as it butchered Israeli people.