Tuesday, September 18, 2012

the tale of the spanner.

I wish I had, or was, a spanner.

Okay, here's the story behind the spanner.
My good friend told me that on Saturday night she went out drinking with some of her flatmates (she has recently moved into a flat with four guys...New Girl, much?!) and one of the guys named Robbie was talking about this girl he liked and how his friend liked her, and it was all this huge drama. Robbie and my friend were talking all night, and they got along really well, and then he turned to her and said "Has anyone ever called you a spanner?"
My friend looked offended and said "That's not a very nice thing to say!"
He then said, "No, it's not a bad thing at all...it's like, "throw a spanner in the works". You're the spanner in my works." Basically meaning, I suppose, that he now likes her.
My friend was shocked, and told him that she's not ready for a relationship etc. She does not like him like that, etc.

I relayed this all to my workmate today. He had a few laffs, and then he said "Is there a spanner in your works, Jamo?"

I said no. I have no spanner in my works, nor am I a spanner in anyone's works (well, I don't think I am...you never really know, do you?).
I want to be a spanner.






In someone's works.

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