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M S A s n m s t m t t s s t<br />
by Yael Furstenberg, Sheara Abrahams, Jessica Lipman<br />
BASP ’99 was running along smoothly when all o f a sudden disaster struck. There<br />
were rumours, suspicions and outcries: suddenly we heard that our beloved Club 11<br />
was about to be shut No more lazy evenings and 2am ice creams. What were we going<br />
to do? The world was coming to an end!! Complaints against BAJP’s rudeness were<br />
rampant and surely with the closure of our favourite watering-hole they were only<br />
going to get worse! So with tears in our eyes we said good-bye to our beloved<br />
C lu b ll.<br />
There was never a time when it was needed more than when we tried to pull an<br />
all-nighter before facing the horrendous chore of trying to renew out visas at the<br />
infamous “Ministry of Interior.” Where could we get double espressos at 3am and pass<br />
those bleak, lonely hours?<br />
With sunken hearts and tired eyes we finally made our way to town. Deserted<br />
and bare we sought refuge in the warmth of Dunkin’ Donuts and thought back to the<br />
comfort and the memories o f Club 11.<br />
TOM HA-ATXMAUT<br />
by Danny Miller and Marc Abrahams<br />
Israel’s Independence Day: a genuine cause for celebration, or just an excuse for<br />
a big piss-up? Both, which is the great thing about it One o f the biggest nights of the<br />
year started for most BASPers in Peznik with consuming numerous alcoholic beverages.<br />
The girls, of course were retarsed after one sip, Yael and Lee-Ann after a sniff. The<br />
alcohol obviously brought out the true nature of Alice, who remarked that I (Danny)<br />
looked like a “batty bastard” in my shirt (He changed it, but still looked gay, but not as<br />
gay as Blakey-Marc).<br />
We then all stumbled to Ben Yehuda Street and were greeted by hundreds of<br />
thousands of typically friendly Israelis spraying foam in our faces. So, being English, we<br />
took out revenge on them in a big way. We also decided to pay Jeff Seidel back for all<br />
the free meals we’ve been having courtesy of him by foaming the shit out of him. The<br />
street party was truly a wonderful experience, with all the singing, dancing, and fireworks.<br />
After we got tired of battering Israelis (and Americans o f course) we all made<br />
our way to the big party at the International Convention Center, with three separate<br />
dance floors, one o f which was packed with hundreds o f Israelis all practicing for the<br />
next big synchronised techno-dance contest which will hopefully never be held. The<br />
other rooms were the ‘80s room, and also the main dance floor where a certain member<br />
o f our group (you know who you are) danced like the sexy beast he is in his attempt to<br />
woo one of the American girls not particularly aesthetically blessed. Everyone thoroughly<br />
enjoyed themselves at this party, as it was a chance other than Orient Express<br />
for us to publicly show -off our superb dance moves. All in all, a brilliant evening and one<br />
to remember.