I understand that personalised plates can be an invaluable aid to some members of society. People who are so brain dead that they can't even remember their own name can nowadays just nip outside to the drive and take a look at their car to be reminded. Sadly, these people are so mentally disadvantaged that they probably return to announce that they are called Peugeot 405 or Crossply 330 or something. These are the sort of people who have to have "L" and "R" printed on their wellies or C&A woven into their knickers.
Apart from that, what does having a personalised number plate say about someone? Well, I for one instantly know that the person behind the wheel is the sort of bore who has his own inscribed, pewter tankard behind the bar at his local. He is so insecure that he (or she) feels the need to announce his presence to the world in case no-one ever gives him a second thought because he knows that he is, in reality, a shallow, unimportant, boring, thick, vacuous, personality vacuum! These plates are the ultimate chav accessory. Uuurrgghhhh!I blame the Queen. She started it. HRH 1 and all that. Chav!
Get thee to Grantham.
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1 comment:
A vacuous vacuum, eh? They're the worst sort.
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