Well since this blog is apparently about the small things in life, I think its probably about time I started writing about them. One of my personal small joys is that of number plate spotting – pretty useless in a place like Australia or America , where each state has a different colour and slogan proudly declaring the vehicles origin. Euros do things a little differently with the use of coded number plates – where some of the letters and numbers refer to the vehicles age and region where it was registered – fortunately this also means a big no no to silly custom personalized number plates – which often proudly declare the drivers initials and birth date in Australia. To get back to the topic, I have always taken joy whilst travelling in Europe and recognising a foreign cars location when it is some 500 km from home, and today it happened again. Strangely though im back in Australia and it was a British number plate on the riverside expressway in Brisbane, but it wasn’t any UK number plate, but one registered in Nottinghamshire – my home for a year not so long ago. Oh and the fact it was on a Ferrari was completely irrelevant!
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