constantine petty crime

off i skipped to sevilla one saturday morning to go rowing and i got to my car which was parked just up the street from my flat and found poor little tink sans numberplate. at first i thought it was quite funny (no idea why) then i realised that actually it wasn't in the slightest bit entertaining - not only was my numberplate a legal driving requirement it was also yellow - are spanish numberplates yellow? no, they're not. they're white. it clearly was going to be more than just a case of nipping down to halfordios for a 'while-u-wait' new one. in fact it involved a morning spent in the police station (putting my a-level 'crime' vocabulary into use at last), numerous scary run-ins with the policia on dark nights on mountain roads and travelling nearly 2000 miles to get a new one(with ryanair i might add, so effectively it was 5000 miles because of the suffering). it also meant that the weekend on which the plate was stolen (note: police station closed until monday morning) i was basically imprisoned in constantina for an ENTIRE WEEKEND as everyone told me that driving around without one was too dodge. anyway, a long weekend in england later (it wasn't all bad - i found time for topshop, waitrose and socializing)...issue resolved, new numberplate firmly fixed gracias a grandad (he went a bit nuts with the drill though and the new numberplate looks like it has been shot at a few times - gangster scars). so some constantine delinquent has 'NA55 GUF' hanging on their bedroom wall and i'm £100 down but ryanair YET AGAIN is the winner out of all this...