I seem to have been duped by the wicked vendors of stupid number plates into making reference to one of their sites without any recompense whatsoever. Boo! Overwhelmed with excitement at the thought of 20 English pounds, I announced to all and sundry that a business link from this tiny window into a world of sad obsession was a genuine prospect, only for the lines of communication to have gone suddenly dead. Boo! again. I'm not quite sure how much the wicked vendors of stupid number plates will have gained from inveigling me into this naive act, but I imagine quite a lot. After all, if they are sophisticated enough to have made thousands of car drivers think that a 3 is the same as an E, an 8 the same as a B and a 1 the same as a T, I am confident that aspects of their Machiaveliian subterfuge will be beyond me and that somehow my weblog will have suffered while they ride around in gold-plated limousines waving wads of fivers.
As if to mock me further, I yesterday saw my first truly rubbish PNP for several months. It was V14KYP, only spaced like this - V14KY P - because, presumably, it was owned by a woman named Vicky P. Do you see what they've done there? Because obviously, a 4 looks exactly like a C. Spot the difference - 4, C, 4, C. What a load of 4rap.
