England tour.

A typical backstage sight. Someone was so drunk he dropped his beer.

The bus was previously hired by Europe. They had put their stickers everywhere. I sometimes (one out of ten times) sign my bunk for other rockers/crew to find. "Anders Johansson was here!" Maybe I should do it every time? Might be fun if others started this too. Or maybe not? Might be awfull to know you are in the same bunk as some well known slob/masturbator us to soil.

My bunk from the inside. It has a fan, some outlets, a curtain and sometimes a little window. Also known as "The Sacrofag". Sometimes they are not long enough (kind of often). And not so high in the "ceiling". Nothing for claustrophobics.
A bus might have anything from 1 to 18 bunks. This one had 13 bunks plus one for the driver under the stairs.

Joacim found a huge bag o' chips backstage.

My in-ear monitor amp and reciever. It was Klaus Meine's before I got it. I didn't change the name (well, not the one on the white tape, the one in the little window). It was kind of cool to have his. He is the lead singer of Scorpions. If you would boil and make tea out of it it would probably be some strange weirdo who would buy it.

From a toilet somewhere. No fan or any ventilation in it. Kind of typical.

Jez is giving a sensual massage to his gimp (Fish) in a very sexual way.

Hanging in the pub with Dream Evil. Pete Pain, Pat Power and Fredrik from HammerFall.

Kind of strange. Or maybe not in case you want to try how it is to drive a forklift or harverster.

This is strong stuff! In the background photographer Peter "The beard" Olofsson.

HammerFall's manager Per "The knife" Kviman. Don't mess with me, his face is saying.

This confused all of us. It's scary with the left hand traffic. Us, being used to drive on the right side, have it in us strongly to look the "wrong" way. No matter if they write signs on the roads, it's still confusing somehow.

One of Paul the neighbours many inventions. A cup of milk with instant coffee, a minute in the micro...voila!

Paul last night after a few cold ones.

As Paul says: "-I pass out every night and I come around in the mornings!"

Last night he invented a few words for naturally girls where the collar matches the cuffs: Blond pond, Brunette pet and Brown frown. Blond pond might take off like Ginge minge.
Paul always comes up with jokes. He told his mother the other day, who doesn't like foul language: "Then you like a big black cock....espaniel." (She has two).

"I like my coffee like I like my women...broken on the floor with white stuff inside."
"My forskin is too big...sorry my threeskin is five big."
There is many more but they are more harsch and not possible to write here...