One golden spanner is hidden somewhere on this page, in a different place every visit. Most people scroll straight past it. You didn't — which, depending on how you look at it, says something good about your attention to detail or something worrying about your Tuesday.
Awarded to the one person that even the other wankspanners find difficult. They have never been nominated, because nobody wants to be the one who did it. The category has been open for five years and has no winner. It may never have one. That, in its way, is the highest honour we give.
The world's first anonymous wankspanner nomination service. You give us their email. We do absolutely nothing with it. You feel enormously better. Everybody wins — especially you.
* No login. No verification. No appeals process. No outbound mail server. Wankspanner status is determined by a jury of one: you.
Faster than HR. More effective than a 1:1. Cheaper than therapy. Legally, much safer than all three.
Drop in the email address of a certified wankspanner. Boss, colleague, client, that bloke from the co-working space who "does something in Web3".
We don't. There is no verification. If you say they're a wankspanner, that's good enough for us. Our due diligence process is a coin we don't flip.
Not them. The universe. The email is never sent, the address is never stored, and the feeling leaves your body immediately. This is the whole product.
If you have to ask, you've definitely worked with one. If you're offended, you might be one.
1. A person who inserts themselves into the machinery of a functioning workplace with the precision of a spanner and the usefulness of the other thing.
2. An individual who believes they are the big dog, but is in fact a very poor quality tool.
The only way to name a wankspanner in public is to not name them at all. Two letters in, one gloriously specific title out — precise enough that they'd recognise themselves, vague enough that nobody else ever will. Post yours. Watch the comments fill up.
This is the one that travels. Images get seen; text posts don't.
This is the bit that travels. Post the chart, ask people to comment their wankspanner's name, and let the thread do the work. Nobody gets named, everybody gets seen.
Everyone is AI-Native now. AI-Enhanced. AI-Powered. AI-First.
We're AI-Zilch. Zilch slop. Zilch pretending. Zilch outsourcing the thinking.
Let's be exact about what this measures, because it isn't tool use. Zilch isn't about how much AI you used — it's about how much of your judgement you handed over. Every other status on that chart is a boast about software. This one is a claim about authorship: that a person had the idea, a person made every call that mattered, and a person will answer for the result.
◆ Clause 5, honoured: we used AI to build this site. What that was and wasn't is set out in How this was made, further down.
Wankspanners in their natural habitat. Photographic evidence submitted by the community. Faces unblurred because they'd want the exposure anyway.
EXHIBIT C — WITHHELD ON LEGAL ADVICE. Our lawyer (Trevor from Finance) said absolutely not. The spanner, however, was delivered.
Pick the offences. We'll draw up a formal, framable Certificate of Spannery you can download, print, and hand over yourself — in person, at their desk, with everyone watching. Far funnier than an email, and nobody gets sued.
Leave it blank to keep them redacted. Nothing you type here leaves your browser.
Choose up to four. Or hit randomise and let fate decide what they've done.
0 of 4 selected
Downloads as a print-ready PNG at A4 landscape. Certificate is generated on your device — no data is uploaded anywhere.
Heavy card, gold foil seal, posted to you. We'll tell you the moment they're ready — and send you the Golden Spanner every Friday at 4:55pm in the meantime.
The trick isn't hiding the insult — it's not making one. Every award below is factually complimentary and completely undeniable. Nobody can object to being told they organise a lot of meetings. And yet.
You send this. Not us. These buttons open your own WhatsApp or mail app with the message ready to go. We never see the name, never see the address, and never send anything — which is precisely why this version is safe and the other version wasn't.
Where the nominations are coming from. Company names redacted on legal advice. You know who you are. More importantly — they know who they are.
📊 Top trending behaviours this week: micro-managing (↑ 12%), teflon shoulders (↑ 9%), "circling back" (↑ 340%, unexplained).
Like the Razzies, but for your workplace. Voted for by our members. Announced every Friday at 4:55pm — right as he's pivoting the deck.
For services to micro-management, including the introduction of a daily stand-up about the other daily stand-ups, and CC'ing the CEO on a dispute about the dishwasher.
Presented at the Spannies — a small, badly-catered ceremony held 24 hours before anything important, purely for the press coverage.
For sustained, unnecessary and forensic oversight of work that was already finished.
Awarded for a body of work in which nothing whatsoever stuck. A modern classic.
For a single email to 412 people containing the word "Noted." and nothing else.
Recognising 4:55pm Friday invites with no agenda and a mandatory camera policy.
For presenting someone else's deck with one word changed. The word is usually "the".
A career of it. Decades. Multiple companies. An unbroken run. We salute the commitment.
One night a year, the Golden Spanners are handed out in person. Or rather, they aren't — because in four ceremonies nobody has ever come up to collect one. We hold it anyway. The empty stage is the point.
Held, by tradition, exactly 24 hours before something genuinely important — a trick borrowed wholesale from the Razzies, who worked out decades ago that the cheapest press coverage in the world is the day before somebody else's big night.
A function room above a pub. Capacity 90, seated 60, licensed until eleven.
Lifetime Achievement in Spannery. Go on, open it.
All proceeds go towards the trophies, the room hire, and — for the first time this year — a second photographer.
Three nominees. One Golden Spanner. Cast your vote and watch democracy do what democracy does. One vote per person, enforced entirely on the honour system.
Introduced a stand-up about the stand-ups. Then a retro about the stand-up about the stand-ups.
Has been "circling back" since March. Nobody has established what the original circle was.
Posted about "radical candour" 20 minutes after making an intern cry about a font.
Every previous holder of the Golden Spanner. None have collected in person. One sent a lawyer. The lawyer was also nominated.
Eight questions. Complete honesty required, though we both know that won't happen. Nobody sees your answers — the test runs entirely in your browser, which is more than your employer's wellbeing survey can say.
One email a week, sent at the precise moment somebody in your office is pivoting the deck. This week's laureate, the best confession, and the chart. Nothing else, ever.
Real* stories from real* survivors of wankspanner exposure. (*legally, allegedly)
"He scheduled a meeting to plan the pre-meeting for the kickoff meeting. There were 14 attendees. It ran over."
— Anonymous, Marketing"She said 'let's take this offline' in an email. We were already offline. That IS offline, Karen."
— Anonymous, Ops"Presented my deck to the board. Changed one word. The word was 'the'. Took full credit."
— Anonymous, Strategy"Micromanaged the office plant watering rota. The plants are plastic. He knows they're plastic."
— Anonymous, Facilities"Project failed. Somehow it was everyone's fault except the project lead. Teflon shoulders so slick NASA called about the heat shields."
— Anonymous, Engineering"His LinkedIn post about 'servant leadership' went up 20 minutes after he made an intern cry about font choices."
— Anonymous, DesignSightings submitted by the public. Behaviour only — never a person. The rule here isn't "don't use names", it's don't make anyone identifiable, which is a much higher bar and the one that actually matters. Our scanner checks before you can post, and every entry is read by a human before it appears.
Tell us what they did, not who they are. The best entries are universal — someone in every office should recognise it.
The best ones get posted anonymously on LinkedIn every day. Don't include real names, companies, or anything that would identify a person — we'll bin it if you do, and so would our lawyer if we had one.
Anonymous. No account, no email, no IP logged. 600 characters left.
We don't sell messages to other people. We sell you something to hold, hang, or hand over. Everything here is delivered to you — what you do with it afterwards is between you and your conscience.
A framed-quality Certificate of Spannery, printed on heavy card and posted to you. You hand it over. In person. That's the whole joy of it.
The reverse flex. Formal documentation that you have been assessed and found, on the balance of probabilities, not to be a wankspanner. Ideal above a desk.
Register your own address to receive nominations about yourself. Consent-based, so this is the one where we genuinely do send the email. Teams love it. Bravest thing on this page.
The original idea was that a wankspanner gets an email telling them they're a wankspanner. It is a very funny idea. It is also, on close inspection, an anonymous-message-to-a-named-person service — which is a rich seam of harassment, defamation and data-protection trouble, and about the least funny thing we can imagine happening to us.
Charging for it makes it worse rather than better: taking money to deliver a targeted message turns a joke into a service, and services get held to a standard jokes don't. So the product is the release, not the delivery. You type the address, you press the button, the feeling leaves your body, and the address is discarded on the spot.
The one exception is The Open Inbox — because there, the person receiving it asked for it. Consent is the entire difference between a bit of fun and a summons.
The code and much of the drafting were done with an AI model, working from our brief, in about a day. Clause 5 of the AI-Zilch standard says you say where you used it, so we're saying it here rather than letting you assume two people hand-coded it over a weekend.
What the model didn't do was decide what was worth making, what was funny, or what was true. That came from twenty years of sitting in those meetings — knowing the buffet always runs out in eleven minutes, and that the reply-all always just says "Noted."
For consenting participants only: we turn up at their office and hand them an actual, physical Golden Spanner, on camera, with their full prior agreement and a signed release. Reception has been warned. Reception did not believe us.