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Thanks to the scrotes who knicked my reg plates

I'm not normally writing a blog post a 8:50 on a Monday morning, I'm normally at work contemplating the next five days of pain. I set out this morning though, and realised both reg plates were missing from my car. The car accessory place down the road doesn't open until nine so I'm going to be hideously late for work.

I've been and reported it to the police, too. If it were the mirrors or something, I wouldn't bother involving the police in my life, but if my registration plates get used in a drive by or something, our coppers are more likely to arrest first and ask questions later. It's best I cover my arse as I don't want to become another tally on their DNA database.

It's more likely to be local scrotes than than anything else though. All this inconvenience is probably down to some pissed up chavs who thought it would be a good idea to walk through McDonalds drive thorough holding my reg plates and pretending they were in an invisible car.

Hope it was worth it you buggers!

Mondays. They were invented for crap just like this :-)

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