I’m hungover. There’s nothing I can do.

It’s been a week since Nigel went missing. No one’s listening and, the louder I shout, the more people think I’m pulling some kind of student prank. The more I think this whole thing’s a joke. This is getting pretty ridiculous. No sign of Nigel and now the Police are warning me not to keep hassling them or they’ll do me for wasting Police time.

"Don't believe it. Too convenient. Just happened to catch it all on camera, did ya?"

SGT. HAMMOND

If it was convenient we wanted, Tom’s camera-work would've been better and we’d have actually seen who grabbed Nigel. That’s not to criticise Tom though; he did leg it after the van round the block and manage to grab this shot with his phone as they went round a corner:

PHOTO: The only lead we’ve got. Brilliant.

Don’t know what that logo is. Tom thinks he’s seen it before but can’t remember where. We showed it to the Police but the amazingly useful Sgt. Hammond suggested that maybe Nigel had been:

"...kidnapped by renegade weathermen..."

SGT. HAMMOND

Hilarious. Sgt. Hammond also thinks that I just have it in for white van men: that a mostly attractive (his words) girl like me must have had a roadside run-in or two with randy plumbers and now I’m trying to get my own back. Then he asked me how I felt about men in uniform. I think the reason that assaulting a Police officer carries such a high sentence is because it’s so bloody tempting.

This whole thing was supposed to be fun. Actually...no, this whole thing was supposed to be EASY! Just a doss project. A stupid little documentary to try and get an easy high grade while everyone else on the course fretted with their artistic integrity and worthy dramas about coming to terms with having nothing to say. 

I wish I knew for certain that the end is nigh. Then I’d know not to bother anymore.
...

Yeah, I know. "Of course".

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Click on the picture above to have a look yourself. The strip itself is irrelevant (and really weird - although even I can see the artwork’s actually bloody good!). Apparently no one knows who writes it. They just send the script to a different artist each time.  But you can definitely see the same logo in the background of some of the panels. Our logo's owners now have a name. The Rainy Day Corporation.

Not exactly the strongest lead in the world but it’s something. Can’t find any mention of them in the phone book or the internet though. While I’m spending my day looking into this, I’m missing a ‘The Planet is your Plaything’ Careers Day at the Union. Like the van that took Nigel, like Nigel’s mad ravings to begin with, I sometimes wonder if I’m just chasing another dead end when I should be thinking about what’s around the corner. Oh, who am I kidding. I probably wouldn’t have gone to the careers day anyway. I’d be in the pub. Happy I was halfway down a pint before staring into the now half-empty glass, darkly.

Yeah, miserable and pretentious. What a day :-/

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