That's "car" meets "saga". Sorry, bit obscure.

It is commonly known amongst everyone in the whole wide world that my car key has a problem. The moulded plastic bit that should hold onto a keyring is worn and cracked, and so under extreme forces, the key can separate from the ring entirely.

Today, a co-worker gave me a lift to the bank, and since we were passing very close to Uborka Villa I stopped in to get my mobile phone, which I had forgotten to bring that morning.

FFwd to later on that afternoon. I remove my keys from my pocket (they were probably interfering with my karma or, more likely, my right testicle). Or, should I say, my key (that's singular, there).

Like a finely honed analytical machine, my brain leaps into life and replays the last five hours of film. Maybe the key fell off somewhere in the office? Five minutes later, we can discount that possibility.

Maybe the key fell off when I parked the car in the car park this morning? Ten minutes of scrabbling in the dark later, we can discount that possibility.

Maybe the key fell off when I was sat in my colleague's car? I borrow his key, and perform a quick hunt. No joy.

My colleague gave me a lift home tonight, to my warm house, and my spare car key. And who was waiting for me on the doorstep when I got home?

Kevin Spacey.

Pete · Tuesday January 20, 2004 19:58

I knew it. You had it coming. Did he do that thing with his eyes where the light just goes ...out.

The Uborka After Hours Massive! · January 20, 2004 22:14


Gordon · January 20, 2004 23:06

Was that post written by Petewhonolongerblogs?

Graybo · January 21, 2004 00:10


kate · January 21, 2004 08:02

The way I heard it, Kevin had the key.

Karen · January 21, 2004 08:52

Actually, your monkey has got it right.

Pete · January 21, 2004 09:59

Um, what?

Adrian · January 21, 2004 10:02

I think that's a Hitchhiker's quote from Pete, but I can't decide who out of the previous commenters is right, and who indeed, is not only right but also a monkey as well...

Stuart · January 21, 2004 10:16

Or maybe it's badly punctuated and he means that the monkey has it, right!

Gordon · January 21, 2004 12:55

Whose monkey? We need to know, if it has the key.

Karen · January 21, 2004 13:06

Beware the Ides of March.

Pete · January 21, 2004 13:56

Now that's a Shakespeare quote. I know that one. It means 'Beware the 15th and 16th of March.'

It means Pete knows someone who has already commented is going to be assassinated by a large contingent of their co-workers wearing togas.

Again, I'll have to pass on the interpretation.

Stuart · January 21, 2004 16:41

I thought he was saying he was expecting writer's block and further typos in March.

D · January 21, 2004 17:53
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