I must be showing my age - or ignorance - because they are actually called registration plates now (and perhaps for a little while, officially). Anyway, I find myself drawn to plates belonging to years ago but displayed on much more modern cars. I usually assume this is because the car owner finds meaning in the plate beyond registering his or her vehicle.
For example a Brighton Community Transport bus with the plate M40 BCT shows a clear link. A new white Jaguar with plate V25 BTN might be a Brighton and Hove Albion player - or any person with local connection and spare cash. Both plates are old, well 1990s.
I rather admire the acquisition and displaying of the plate X666 HEL - X has threatening overtones, 666 is the number of the Beast and HEL is very nearly Hell - the home of the Beast.
But, whilst on holiday earlier this month (Bembridge, Isle of Wight) I saw the delightful M15 UFO, a great bringing together of secrecy and more secrecy. And just a street away this one I would like for my car, if I had a car, which I don't, largely because of my favouring beer which goes badly with driving - RS04 PUB. I just happen to be RS (Robert Stephenson) and I am all for (4) Pubs.
For my last plate I offer up a new number plate, well 2018 anyway, which might be the dream-plate of a boxer with 18 knockouts to their name, and each time the opponent fell unconscious he uttered the guttural grunt "HUNF". Unveiling the plate KO18 HNF.
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