2 B or NOT 2B?

Apologies for the lack of blog post yesterday, but I had to take on a small army of midgets who had attempted a military coup on our office. No, really. They had sticks and everything.

Today we were informed that a former colleague's mum's best friend's milkman (or something) had seen two cars parked on a driveway somewhere in London with a pair of personalised number plates reading "2 B" and "NOT 2B". Barry, our resident thespian, was predictably ebullient at this revelation and immediately declared his intention to scour every last corner of London in his quest for what has to be the ultimate pair of number plates for any fan of the Bard or of theatre in general.

Like anyone, we love our quirky number plates and pairs of plates which relate to each other always look absolutely superb. If you've got any suggestions for ideal pairs of plates, or if you've seen any on your travels, leave a comment on this post and let us know.

Please excuse the brevity of today's post. I'm still very tired from all the midget-beating.