House keys tend to naturally gravitate towards the place they want to be. In the front pocket, beneath the radiator, gurgling in the u-bend of the toilet after a night drinking. But like the penis, it prefers to be ensconced, which explains why I wake up hungover so many mornings to find them still lightly swaying from the front door keyhole.
This perhaps unwarranted belief in the sentient migration of my keys is why I think the Key Thing — a wall-mountable ball filled with fake jelly keyholes for the insertion of your keys — is such a grand idea.
It’s a Yanko, though, which is synonymous with unbuyable. But surely this can’t be hard to construct yourself.
It’s A Key Thing [Yanko]