This picture is taken the (very early!!!) morning we left, and for some strange reason I got to take all the pictures of the group, which means I ain't on any of'em. That's life, and I was too tired to realise it. From left we have:

AC, Alex, Anna, Moni, Kerstin, Anki, Gunni, Helena, JM and Johan

The first day we ate at a pub, where several of us had lamb stew. Ireland is full of those lambs. We would soon return to, in order to listen to the famous Irish folks music. It later proved to be more folks than music - I'm sorry, but we still had a good time, the 3 who remained...

Now, for this page exclusively, I bring you pics published for the first time ever.

Do they have a thing going? I think not, but the pic is good anyway.

AC and I decided not to go Christmas shopping in Dublin (I did it in Stansted in ½ an hour instead). We caught a bus, and went out to see the wild nature of Ireland. But first we had lunch at a cosy cabin with a fire place and even a Christmas Tree.

One evening the boyz had enough of Uncle Ben and his rice, and we went food hunting, like our instinct told us to. It was brilliant: good sausage, wine, bread, specially picked olives and cheese.

Sunday Johan and I had a terrible hangover from a boyz' night out. Saturday night the two of us went out to get pissed, and we found a place that could satisfy our demands. We partied for a long time. The discotheque's toilets were occupied by people renting perfume. For some coins you could pep yourself up with the new CK or Boss, and I have never smelled that much of (4 different kinds of) perfume...

AC, Johan and I went to Jameson Distillery, and did AC get distilled or what by that sweet, sweet tour guide?

I think so! After the official tour around the distillery, we each got quite a big glass of whisky. AC volunteered for some tasting, and after 6 "tastes", she should pic her favourite. She then received a big glass of that favourite, and at that time none of us had had anything to eat, so she got quite funny. Obviously, she had forgotten about the now famous day earlier on in the semester, where she was the last to leave the party (need I say more?).

We moved on to the pub from the first day, and got our self some lunch.

Check out that girl's eyes (Aiiiih).

After a good meal we met the gang at Guinness Breweries, this time a non-guided tour around the 7 floor brewery.

This text was written on a wall in the brewery, and it says: "Home is not where you live but where they understand you". That's deep, real deep. I like it, and for me it's true, I don't know about you?

The last pic from da Dublin-trip is from a pizzeria. I was in my bed at that time, but I got this pic anyway.

Just before da Dublin trip I went to a place in Southern England (forgot da name of da place, but we had a good weekend. When we returned, we were quite drunk, and when I got of da bus, I had my jacket and my bag with me. Somebody shouted to me to put it in the taxi in front of da Union, and so I did....

Big mistake!

After 15 minutes I realized that my shirt was in the bag, and this was how I was dressed the whole night:

AC joined my at the pool table, and Porter (that tall bastard) was there as well:

In the end of December, we got Christmas presents, and Johan and I got a French Phrase Book (as if we need it, we speak excellent French, or excellente francais)

One night when we returned from a night out, we were a group of four who were not really sleepy, so what better than spend a night with poker of the good kind?

Late December we went out for a last pint at a pub nearby with live music:

In January, we had a lot of parties, and I must admit, I can't place all these pics, so many of 'em will be brought without comments. If any if you wish to comment on them, send me a mail with the name of the pic and the comment, and I will add it!

The day after one of these nights, Kerstin, Johan and I took a walk around Sheffield down town, and Kerstin offered a cappuccino as a means to start to feel better. I had my camera, but apparently I stole Kerstin's and took this pic:

Kerstin named the picture "good looking with hangover", but she sure ain't talking about me...

I got these pics from Jette. Enjoy:

I predict a hangover... Michaelis was chocked...

The last night in Sheffield we had the party of all parties. Everybody was invited, and everybody was V.I.P.

The shirt has to be ready to rumble ...

... the TV has to be ready to rumble ...

... and the staff has to be ready to rumble:

I'm blocking the mini bar, so this is maybe better?

We took out the interior of da TV, which was broken, and replaced it with Kerstin's Christmas lights, AC's gin, Johan's and my Smirnoff and two Absolut, and suddenly we had the coolest mini bar south of the North Pole.

As the guests entered, the rumble followed along:

This pic was taken immediately after they were given a question. I don't recall the question, but I can see it was a tough one. Note the red porn lamp in the background, which we bought at a 1-pounder. It matches the green bulb we got from Jo. Also note the Christmas beers brought all the way to Sheffield via Germany and Denmark by Jette's parents. Restectp Rosendahl.

Jo and Moni

Kerstin, Jo and Moni

I haven't got a clue who the guys are (except meself, obviously)

Who's he?

Who's she?

Who's he? Oh, yeah, that guy... sorry mate

The volley-team dropped by. Some of the big guys were starving, and since we had 3 kilos of good turkey, they could take all they wanted. It was the last night, and we couldn't use it. They were pleased, but only until they discovered an alternative...

"Are you going to eat that bag of white toast bread?" they asked... "Well no, but as I said, there's plenty of turkey!?!". They fried the bread on the pan with some butter, and ate that in stead. Brits!!! I don't get'em when it comes to eating habits (and girlz dressing up for a night out in 5 °C for that matter).

Andy at da Union with his girlz...

I don't know, you gotta dream sometimes, eh?

After Kingdom we went home to Gamston Road for an after party, and it was just awesome. We partied until 7 am, and after 2 hours of sleep, we had to get up again. I woke up the house, and this is what it looked like 10 minutes later:

Note the coke and coffee, and the empty mini bar AKA TV.

My angle is affected by the nights intakes, but note Moni's cup. It actually looks very cool.

Johan drags out the vacuum cleaner, wearing his hat in order to hide a bad hair day. For breakfast I had tuna and spaghetti, which only made me feel REALLY bad!

The taxi came, and we had to say goodbye. It was one of the saddest moment I can recall, and I really hope that Gamston Road will unite once again, and hopefully everybody will keep in touch. Speaking of keeping in touch, a good way is to leave your newest address details with me, in order to keep track of everybody.

Moni told Johan all morning to remember to leave his key behind, but as we got to the Interchange and I was standing in a phone box, Johan came knocking: "Andy, heh, I have a key in my pocket!" Jesus, Swedish guys... Jette was in charge of the day's panic, as she didn't show up for the bus to London. Johan and I were relieved to see that she came only a minute before we left, and she had brought her own audience:

Saturday night the three of us ended up in a pub (surplies). The celebrated Australian Day or something like that, and by buying a lot of Foster's, we got one blue hat (hurrah for Australia)...

Note Johan is holding Moni's London Guide, without which we would be lost for good. Thanks Moni.

Sunday afternoon Johan and I went to the church. Now you probably think "what the f...?" But don't worry, we haven't turned religious or Buddhist or Israeli or anything, the church of course is a discotheque...

We had some really good days in London, and after a few hours of sleep (a pattern? I think so), Jette and I took a plane to Århus, Denmark. Smelling really bad, feeling really bad and with an economy beyond bad. But the memories of a semester in Sheffield beyond imagination makes up for it all! So, to all Sheffield International Students of 2002/2003: Every time I think of our time together in Sheffield, I smile. You will always be in my memory, and all of you for the good persons you are.