Right before you read this, you need to know a few things.
I am a fully-grown man. I am a highly functioning, academically successful, fully-grown man. In fact, I am not only fully-grown, but also somehow, I manage to hold down a job as the head of a department of data nerds. You could say that I’m king nerd in our organisation.
I’m forced to lay this down at the outset, because the rest of this post will probably make you think that I’m a child and not a very useful child at that.
It all stems back to a bet I used to have with a childhood friend of mine. We had grown up living across the road from each other, and we had formed our friendship when 50p was a huge amount. So, naturally, our bet stems back to these days. The bet propositions have gotten larger and grown with age, and yet the bet stakes haven’t. We have a rule of the 50p bet. Now don’t think I’m that stupid, our bet uses the very same 50p piece every time. Inevitably, it’s more about the ownership of the coin, than it is about the money.