I have been thinking recently about the question of Jewish identity, a matter sparked by our current joint project with JW3, the Jewish Community Centre for London. We set people the task of trying to define their Jewishness in an unenviable 50 words, which is a lot harder than it sounds.

Being Jewish in Britain is sometimes the easiest thing in the world, sometimes the most difficult. At any given moment we can fade into the wallpaper if we choose, blending with the general population. At other times we may decide to be out and loud, in-your-face Jews, full-on. It's a bit of a tightrope act.

Here's my take, anyway. Not for a time capsule, just for what I'm feeling at the moment.

Survival; difference; making a difference; belonging; longing; a sense of history, a sense of place; knowing who I am and who I am not; laughing, fighting and aggravating, but understanding that in the end, we only have each other; and hope.

And yes, I know that's not 50 words.