Showing posts with label Personalised Number Plates. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personalised Number Plates. Show all posts

Monday, 24 November 2008

P8RS0N4L1S3D N0 PL4TE8

Back in April I had a little rant about personalised number plates. Your comments at the time seemed to share my view about them. However, I've just had a contrary comment from Cinnamon Girl. This surprised me until I realised her business is selling personalised number plates. It's probably a lucrative occupation, or was before the credit crunch, bearing in mind the current record is £440,000 (for 'F1'), and that single numeral plates sell for upwards of £10,000.

In her promotional blog Cinnamon Girl conjectures that it is over-contrived registration plates which encourage criticism. But it isn't only that. It's the 'look at me' element which irritates. Nobody loves a show-off. And that image should matter so much to the owners that they are prepared to fork out thousands of pounds for such an ostentatious and not terribly classy statement.

However, to her great credit, besides linking to my less than supportive post, Cinnamon Girl linked to this clip from the Australian Broadcasting Corporation's ' The Chaser's War on Everything'. I have subsequently wasted much too long on other clips from the same team.

Sunday, 13 April 2008

Personalised Number Plates: How to be a Wazzer on the Cheap

I've never understood why people are prepared to pay shed loads of money for personalised number plates - most of which stretch credibility trying to make intelligible words out of a motley mixture of numbers and letters. They might just as well wear a bumper sticker reading 'I'm a Tosser'.

You know the sort of thing; ' D4N13L' for 'Daniel,' etc. Or the initials and low numbers ego trip, like 'AM 913'. Which just means that 910 people with the initials AM have got more prestigious ones than the man in front. (The other two are owned by someone's ex wife who won custody of the Porsche, and a Cornish broc grower in St Buryan named Janner Spargo, who's beggared if he's going to sell the AM 2 reg from his old Massey Fergusson to some emmet from across the Tamar who doesn't belong go messing about with other people's numbers in the first place; "By gar, mazed thickerd! Wozee goyn dowidden, boy?")

Now I've just had a brainwave. Instead of spending £20,000 on a registration number with your initials on, change your name by Deed Poll to suit your existing registration number. You can do that for just £7.99.

From next week Brother Tobias will be changing his name to Urquhart Vaughan Longbottom. How cool will I be! You may call me Urq for short. Ansom, me luvver.

Of course there is the slight downside that if stopped by the Police, I will not only be unable to recall my registration number, but also my name.