Triple H is missing.

She has not been to work for the past two days - her mobile is off, her husband doesn't know where she is, her kids don't know.

The Glam thinks he has murdered her. Put her in the crawlspace. She wants to go and sniff her out. I think she watches too much C.I.

It doesn't help much that I told this to her in strict confidence - as naturally I don't want to be seen telling gossip - that after I told The Glam, she came down to my end of the office and said (really loudly, but she says most things loudly) that "I think the husband killed her!"

I grabbed her scarf and whispered ssssshhhhh into her ear. She lowered her voice a tad.

Oh, very sad news here. Pommie has resigned. No more poetry collaborations for us. No more "thats fabulous, put it in the book".

I showed The Glam a gorgeous piccie of my latest love, but she was not impressed. I still had the picture open when Implants walked over and proceeded to say 'Whos that, he's f**ken ugly.' I tried to win her approval by showing her another picture but I got the same responses. Does no one else at this place have any taste??? I cannot understand these people.