Yesterday evening, Weeble was suspended until further notice. I.E. he's not coming back. Ever. It turns out that they were waiting for our Big Gorgozon Managing Director to return from his trip to our new site in India to give him the gentle heave ho. I'm trying really hard not to smile. I feel terrible about it, but kind of happy. Or at least, I was feeling kind of happy until we found out around about lunch time today that the little prick (sorry about the language, but at this point in time I could really say much, much worse) has been sabotaging all of his work for the past month, deleting essential information from our databases, rejecting actual articles!!!! from our systems and basically doing whatever was in his power to make the life of whoever was getting his work, miserable. Which would be me. Thank you Weeble you little...so and so. There was a whole lot more that happened yesterday, but to be honest I'm too tired and too alcoholised to get into it.

If I ever get my hands on the scrawny, toothpick necked, slack-jawed, gimlet eyed, toast-rack chested, puny little effer I won't be held responsible for what I do to him. Let me put it this way: high tension steel wire, bowling balls, steam rollers, bleach, large sheets of industrial strength plastic wrapping, duct tape, out of the way woods, a shovel, a large hole in the ground and an alibi provided by several members of my team will be involved...use your imaginations, I know I am!