I grew up with sticky labels and then barcodes. They weren’t actual relations, but near. When my father started his own barcode business Codeway (the one remaining limited company of the triptych), his new hobby (did you have an old one Dad?!) was standing in the kitchen of a weekend scanning the supermarket purchases with his scanners. That was in the days when you weren’t guaranteed to have a barcode sticker on everything.
Recently it dawned on me: my father has been trying to fix around half the world’s problems with barcodes for more than half my lifetime. From the NHS Blood Service to British Airways the little black stripes and spaces in between – that’s spaces not white stripes – have been saving lives and flying planes safely for years.
Well done Dad, and could you make a printer to do some pretty ones like this for Christmas please?