Oh. I thought it was a reference to Jews' traditional place as usurers and the avarice and miserliness associated therewith?
I remember being quite disappointed that the first Jew I ever knowingly knew didn't have a big nose. I'd like to say this taught me always to distrust stereotypes, but I'd be lying.
Big nose or not, he was still mercilessly taunted, though, obvs. Sorry Alan.
My closest friend from the age of 11 into my 20s was a jewish and he lacked anything extraordinary in the hooter department; he was, however, tighter than the proverbial duck's arse, manifestations of which tightness naturally leading me to cry, 'Jewbag!' and rub the nose in the approved fashion.
My first jewish love, a fine physical specimen, described herself as 'like all jewish girls, big títs, big nose, big appetites'.
Phwoar. What a goer she was. High maintenance, of course.
I recently stalked her on Facebook and discovered that she is now an 18 stone heifer. This made me sad.