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week 122 : 28 May 2001
The Shams have taken Waltzer's head as a prize Waltzer's head goes missing?
The Sham and the Pharaohs keep it as payment for website services rendered!
"Lads, I *am* the Paycock" coo-coo-ca-choo!

Too late into work? Best part of the day missed - good aul fry!
Employees threatened for toilet violations.
Waltzer returns to Dublin to tell his tale of being busted in Greece for soliciting hairy armpitted women.

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Where's Waltzer?
By Theus

In his honour, we have painstakingly commemorated the Waltzer's journeys across a rugged and foreign land by creating a top-ten list of things he could be getting up to:

10. Attending Greek orgies
 9. Deserted
 8. In royal attendance
 7. On de 'mooch'
 6. Sampling local cuisine
 5. Helping out de greeks
 4. Found!
 3. Being Cloned?
 2. Out of it

And finally, at number 1. Waltzing

Sundresses and Shades

Many of the crew were seen strutting their stylings in the courtyard this past week. The blue skies and warm weather brought out clothing *everyone* could appreciate and admire. At times you could hear compliments being passed around like fags, "What a lovely summer dress", "You're a lovely colour", "oh, I love your shoes!" It was enough to make me puke!

The gossip was incessant, "Yada yada yada... did you hear about... he's nothing but a lying, cheating, bastard... yada, yada, yada" At times it felt like being trapped in mall-salon hell.

Thankfully, the conversations died down, the peaceful noise of the fountain returned, and everyone got back to soaking up rays and looking only gorgeous.

 In De House

Are YOU in De Click?
By De Udder Fella

De Click was recognised in the early 19th century. It originated in Belfield and had the unique and almost extinct Waltzer flower as its emblem. It was and still is an underground organisation, unique in the way itís regarded as a "sham".

Almost unrecognised by the common riff-raff, De Click was held in the highest regard by the well to do folk, achievers much like the Waltzer's of the world today. Consisting of only gentlemen, no women were permitted, that rule was quickly amended as women were seen as a worthy adversary to the members of De Click. Their unparalleled ability to rise quickly through the ranks of established companies became a worthy commodity for De Click.

De click has its own distinct ranks within the organisation. When you have served a certain number of years, you get "made", and earn the title of "lifer". Members and non-members have been known to address those lucky few as a "lifer".

The thing to remember is De Click is out there all around in the air you breathe, the food you eat, the crap you talk. Itís all around, un-quantifiable, untouchable, intangible but always there.

You too can become a member of the infamous "De Click". You could be calling mates, acquaintances and people you work with "lifers".

You canít fight it!

So touch base and wave a flag high and fill in your name to see if you have the breeding to become a member of De Click:

This week last year

In last year's Waltzer Experience: Things to Shout over the DJ.

 That Wrecks Me Buzz

By The Sham

Lying in bed, rolling over and over, and over some more, vainly chasing some nocturnal zzzz's. A myriad of things flying through my head (amazing what occurs when you're sleep-deprived!) and before long I'm off on some benign, esoteric meander: "What if my parents had never met?" Just one of those 'hmmm' moments, you know? A perfectly harmless thought, right? Another lonnnnnng fifteen minutes of imagining my parents living separate lives and then, suddenly, my introspective journey comes to a nightmarish finish: "Oh no, NO!" Planned or unplanned, without my parents having done the horizontal boogie woogie during that specific week, I wouldn't be here at all. This comes as no surprise to me but the thought that follows, the alternative, has me wide awake again. I could have been flushed from everyone's life! (metaphorically speaking)

Sure, some of us ask ourselves the BIG questions when things are not going so well. Questions like, "Why am I here?" and "What does it all mean?" Unfortunately in my case, these unanswerable questions are most likely to occur at 4 a.m!

Harsh truth is, no matter how much you think you are no longer in debt to your parents because you have payed them back by doing your chores, avoiding getting arrested, getting good grades or finally finishing university, well, no matter how far you run or how hard you try to hide, you can't get away from the fact that you owe your very existence to them.

Now that wrecks me buzz.

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