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0 6 , t o i c o n ■. If, like me, your reply to the question, “what’s up” is still, “fine, thankyou very much, how are you?” then mazel tov, because in the face of enormous pressure from far too many Americans, you have maintained your identity as an Englishman, Austrailian, or Scotsman (that’s you, Philp!). Nevertheless, ignoring the fact that the Commonwealth is, unfortunately, deep in the minority here in Yerushers ( I refuse to beleive that Bill is ‘The Leader of the Free World’ - G-d save the Queen), BASP and Hebrew U has been bloody fantastic. Resnick is very cool - picnics on the hill; getting very pissed in random rooms; and wondering around in the early hours in pyjamas (I know for a fact that’s not just me!); the Orient - getting very pissed (again), and dancing to various musical efforts; 2 for 1 at Hershele, and wild nights at Talpiot. Also mustn’t forget the ridiculous number of pulls generally - everyone seems to have done their utmost to further international relations! Wicked trips to Masada, Sea to Sea etc. and Club 11 maintaining everyone’s healthy diet with veggie shnitzels, hamburgers, and even more excitingly, sausages. Luvly jubbly! Oh yes, how could I forget the course - well, we did all come to study after all! Quite a few stimulating trips to the Old City with Chaim Weizman, Sir Chroig, Jesus Christ, Prince Joe, and the Rambam, educational yet enjoyable lessons, and, of course, the one thing which is universally adored - Hebrew! It’s true that some of us attended more classes than others (admittedly under threat of expulsion and deportation) but it was good to be together. Well, what can we say? A big thankyou to Dotan - we love you, to Yoel who made it all possible - we love you too, and to all our teachers who put up with us (lets face i t , some better than others - that’s you Queen Sharona!) But cheers to everyone for being such a blinding group - we’ll definately see each other in Oz, Britain or Switzerland, and probably somewhere in between. Perhaps we’ll even keep in contact with random Americans and Canadians. If you are one of these and reading this, let me tell you something: yes, of course we find your accents highly irritating, no, shag does not mean kiss, and if you now understand words like ‘blinding’, ‘geezer’, ‘sound bloke’, and ‘snog’, then congratulations! Instead of your mutated form of the language, you now speak the Queen’s English! fr fc w v id o {0*1 ^ f a c i a l e o M e , fa u n e l/o y d - Queen Rabbit Award S wum V u n ity - Miss World <strong>1996</strong> Award “g o d id S tun u d - The Who On Earth Are You Award Jlonnie S