It’s just gone 1130, which means that it’s time for me to kick back with a coffee. And inject some thoughts in to the Blogosphere whilst I do so.
I had a lovely day with friends in the New Forest yesterday, and for part of the journey there we were behind a Range Rover whose number plate just about read “Losers.” Although this is something you’d expect Jeremy Clarkson to have, and has shades of being ostentatious and obnoxious, I quite liked it.
However, it was later pointed out to me that the effect of overtaking someone whilst displaying that message is offset by the fact that the car must also have had the same numberplate at the front. From that point of view the reaction is likely to be “oh look, a car full of losers.”
On reflection, this own-goal is further enhanced by the fact that the numberplate didn’t spell “Losers” exactly, but was spaced so that the desired effect was achieved. I can’t recall whether it was “LOO5ERS” (in which case the owner definitely has more money than sense and should probably learn himself some English) or “LO55ERS” (in which case observers might suggest that something beginning with “T” would be more apt). Either way, perhaps it was us in the Fiesta who were having the last laugh.