Lessons from a life of startups, coding, countryside, and kids
Someone mentioned this story in the pub on Friday. We all had a good laugh but I assumed that it was more of an urban myth than fact. Unfortunately, it appears that someone really has walked off with a lump of plastic explosive in their suitcase.
“hmmm… how did this plasticene get into my suitcase, darling.”
“Oh, it must be little Johnny’s. I’ll give it back him… it’ll keep him quiet for quite a while”