Bucko's World

When I’m bored, I like to write. Unfortunately the state of being bored doesn’t, in fact, lend itself to the creative process. Unless something interesting is happening to you, there’s nothing to write about, and if there is, you haven’t got time to do it. The chicken and the egg, so to speak. So. although over the last 3 months I’ve had as much time on my hands as one could wish for to do whatever one pleases, I simply haven’t done it. When you have all day tomorrow to do something, why spoil it by doing it today? It sure is a conundrum.

So what do I do? Well, it seems, yet again, the only thing that I have been bothered to do, is collect number plates. Yes, the fascination with people egos, and the lengths they go to to get noticed, still holds me in it thrall. If you think these are bad, you should have seen the ones I failed to get…….



Ok – let’s assume a 6 is a B shall we? So what does this make this driver?








And the best I can get from this one is loser. Well, you did decide to buy a new beetle you tosser







And now we can meet Tomie









And Alan








And Kris









And Dippy (his other cars say “La La” and Po”





All these are people you wouldn’t wish to get talking to in a pub no doubt – thery’re probably all estate agents




This chap of course would give you the right hump……..sorry





But now to my favourite three, where the owners have gone completely out of their way to send a message to whomsoever is following them – as far as illegal manipulation no less…….


Yes, we can all think of someone for whom this would be the perfect plate, just why would you want it yourself? Clever use of the screw cap to turn the 0 to a “C”….










And this gem – yes we know what the owner is trying to do here, but whichever way you cut it he's driving around in a car saying “SOBBY” – what a twat.





And finally this one. Now usually the personalised number plate can be considered as an ornament, the ring through the Prince Albert of the penis substitute if you will. But this attempt to say “Richard” is on a fucking benny bus for christ’s sake, it probably cost more than the car.




But hold on what is this? Not only a lame attempt to tell us his name but a subliminal message there too in the small print? Ah yes, there underneath you may just make out “Romans 10:13” I don’t think that’s the time he’s meeting the Chelsea chairman do you? No, of course not. It’s a bible verse no less. .”Everyone who calls on the name of the name of the Lord shall be saved” Good grief, Bible quotes on a personalised number plate on a fucking Suzuki Ignis “Sport” (they should probably be done under the trades description act for that one). Now I’ve seen everything…..