I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Yesterday, all I could find about the mysterious Rainy Day Corporation were scant references to new offices being opened in towns and cities all over the country (quite a few towns and cities too, actually). But nowhere could I find an actual description of who the hell they were or what they do. Then lo and behold, I log on this morning, do a google search and there on the first page we find this... a nice, shiny website. Click the pic below to have a look yourself!

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Mind you, I’ve been all through that site (the bits we’re allowed to go through anyway) and I’m still none the wiser as to who or what these guys actually are. No contact details either. There’s an office in every city. Really? Where? Did you do their little personality quiz? I tried every combination and found four different results but it didn’t give me any answers! Maybe they’ve already found who they’re looking for.

If I could just ask them if they had a van in the vicinity when Nigel went missing... I’ve tried directory enquiries a few times asking for offices in all the big cities only to be told they can’t find the number, not without an address. I even asked for an office round here. The operator tried to put me through to somewhere but then the line went dead. When I tried again, I was told they had no number for Rainy Day and whoever I spoke to before must have made a mistake. I just hope it wasn’t the kind of mistake that means you get bundled into a van!

PHOTO: Blurry evidence of a student prank. Apparently.

I’m stuck.

Nigel’s missing. That’s a fact. Unfortunately, it’s the only fact I’ve got. Everything else is just random stuff that might mean something or nothing:

• We’ve weird graffiti that just happens to have Nigel’s name in it,
• There's an online comic-book (with an anonymous author, no less) that tells us the name of...
• A cagey Corporation which has...
• The same logo that was on the van that took Nigel.
• The van itself has the registration plate of a local car that’s been off the road for three years now – although of course the Police wouldn’t tell me who this car belongs to.

Plus I’m already late handing in the final cut of my doc project so I can finish my degree (this isn't really a strange clue, but if I'm moaning then it's worth mentioning).

And yet all I can think about today is Tom. His girlfriend Jenna found out about us. I haven’t mentioned her before because...well, if you’d met her, you wouldn’t either. (I know I know. ‘Mee-ow’ But seriously, Jenna’s just that dull!) Tom rang this morning. It wasn’t the fact that he’s spent a few nights at mine or even the fact I’ve been blogging about it – I haven’t actually mentioned this blog to Tom yet – Jenna just somehow worked out about us from this picture.

Jenna was the one who actually took it when she brought us some lunch while we were filming all the graffiti. Back when this project was actually fun. Tom says she could just tell something was going on between us from the photo. Of course, at that point there really wasn’t anything going on between us. I’m not sure if there is now. Again, it’s like this whole mess with Nigel – are we all just reading too much into the background detail and making up our own version of what’s going? Whenever my Dad sits drunkenly watching the news, he suddenly becomes an expert too. Not because he knows anything about geo-political structure but because he seems to be able to read into a politician’s expression or how creased a reporter’s shirt is. Apparently there’s always more going on than we think. Or maybe people just want to think there is.

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