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School Daze. Growing up. I always thought all the girls were so beautiful and sexy. And all the guys much cooler than I. People I loved. People I hated. People I remember. Click the thumbs for bigger versions.
This is a black'n'white photo of my entire class. Our school trip to Prague in '93.
Hey, that means I'm on it somewhere. Spot the Plume and win a prize.
Be the dork spotting champion. Or move right along.
And this is a picture from the Prague trip too. In the bus on our way home.
The girl on the left is Sara. My longlostlove. I would use any excuse to get
a picture of her of course. So I just haaappened to have some film left
over and I "might as well" just take a picture of Sara and Camilla. Funny that.
Also notice the beatiful seat that takes up half the picture.
Two of my favourite girls from those days. It does not do them justice.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But not in the eye of that camera.
Still in Prague. This is the the graveyard
at the former concentration camp Terezinstadt.
A must-see on any school trip.
I wonder if we learn anything from it.
This is from the Prague trip too, although more cheerful.
Christine, Maria, Birgitte.
Birgitte lived almost right next door to me.
Christine was a social democrat and very intelligent.
Maria was the girl with the biggest boobs.
Oh I know that's so wrong. But I was a boy in puperty. What do you think I
cared about? (note to self: puberty)
To paraphrase 100 Girls; she loomed as a titan in my masturbatory dreams.
Speaking of masturbatory dreams... here's Sascha. Another girl with attractive breasts.
Well, all breasts were attractive back then.
Well, they still are.
Long hair and thight pants. I miss the good old days.
Man, I still need to master the art
of contrasting. This is another picture
from the prague trip. We're having dinner
in an old authentic Czech.. pizza place.
And I'm admiring the ladies as always.
Maj and Mai-Britt this time.
Alrite, that's enough girls for now. There were boys around too.
This is Stefan. My sort of best friend I guess. I didn't have that many to pick from.
Him and a couple of other guys were into black'n'white photography so I got some selections.
Unfortunately you can't see his hilarious red hair that we all teased him with.
And we won't get into what I was teased about.
He introduced me to the joys of PCs. Specifically Ultima games on PC. We would skip gym
and go to his place and play Serpent Isle and King's Quest and so on. He was a cool
guy and I was the geeky hangalong. When we went from school to gymnasium he chose
the mathematical line and I chose the language line and slowly lost touch.
Actually it didn't take that long.
Oh yeah, he was the guy who asked Sara (my longlostlove you remember) if she
thought I was a nerd. With friends like that who needs enemies?
A very young Thomas and Michael P posing for the camera.
At one point there were 3 different Michaels in my class.
I forget what #3 was called but there were Michael P and M.
Michael P was the only boy I ever had gay fantasies about. Or something like that. Ahem.
Thomas was the new kid on the block. And in the class.
I got the task of showing him around on the school on his first day.
It all went downhill from there.
Nah, he was a good kid. Into soccer. So we divided and conquered via soccer
and pretended we were stars. He had star quality and I had a over-inflated ego.
He lived quite close to me.
We should have been best friends outside of school.
Instead he spent all his time with Danny (I think the name was)
and it never ceased to bother me.
Still, Thomas was Stefan's closest competition for the best friend title.
I think we lost touch pretty much... on the last day of school. Very fast enough.
This is a black'n'white photo of my entire class. Our school trip to Prague in '93.
Hey, that means I'm on it somewhere. Spot the Plume and win a prize.
Be the dork spotting champion. Or move right along.
And this is a picture from the Prague trip too. In the bus on our way home.
The girl on the left is Sara. My longlostlove. I would use any excuse to get
a picture of her of course. So I just haaappened to have some film left
over and I "might as well" just take a picture of Sara and Camilla. Funny that.
Also notice the beatiful seat that takes up half the picture.
Two of my favourite girls from those days. It does not do them justice.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But not in the eye of that camera.
Still in Prague. This is the the graveyard
at the former concentration camp Terezinstadt.
A must-see on any school trip.
I wonder if we learn anything from it.
This is from the Prague trip too, although more cheerful.
Christine, Maria, Birgitte.
Birgitte lived almost right next door to me.
Christine was a social democrat and very intelligent.
Maria was the girl with the biggest boobs.
Oh I know that's so wrong. But I was a boy in puperty. What do you think I
cared about? (note to self: puberty)
To paraphrase 100 Girls; she loomed as a titan in my masturbatory dreams.
Speaking of masturbatory dreams... here's Sascha. Another girl with attractive breasts.
Well, all breasts were attractive back then.
Well, they still are.
Long hair and thight pants. I miss the good old days.
Man, I still need to master the art
of contrasting. This is another picture
from the prague trip. We're having dinner
in an old authentic Czech.. pizza place.
And I'm admiring the ladies as always.
Maj and Mai-Britt this time.
Alrite, that's enough girls for now. There were boys around too.
This is Stefan. My sort of best friend I guess. I didn't have that many to pick from.
Him and a couple of other guys were into black'n'white photography so I got some selections.
Unfortunately you can't see his hilarious red hair that we all teased him with.
And we won't get into what I was teased about.
He introduced me to the joys of PCs. Specifically Ultima games on PC. We would skip gym
and go to his place and play Serpent Isle and King's Quest and so on. He was a cool
guy and I was the geeky hangalong. When we went from school to gymnasium he chose
the mathematical line and I chose the language line and slowly lost touch.
Actually it didn't take that long.
Oh yeah, he was the guy who asked Sara (my longlostlove you remember) if she
thought I was a nerd. With friends like that who needs enemies?
A very young Thomas and Michael P posing for the camera.
At one point there were 3 different Michaels in my class.
I forget what #3 was called but there were Michael P and M.
Michael P was the only boy I ever had gay fantasies about. Or something like that. Ahem.
Thomas was the new kid on the block. And in the class.
I got the task of showing him around on the school on his first day.
It all went downhill from there.
Nah, he was a good kid. Into soccer. So we divided and conquered via soccer
and pretended we were stars. He had star quality and I had a over-inflated ego.
He lived quite close to me.
We should have been best friends outside of school.
Instead he spent all his time with Danny (I think the name was)
and it never ceased to bother me.
Still, Thomas was Stefan's closest competition for the best friend title.
I think we lost touch pretty much... on the last day of school. Very fast enough.