Names like Tesco feel so permanent, so serious. But they’re often just a drunken stumble of letters from a hundred years ago. It reminds us that corporate giants start as one person’s weird idea.
Next time you grab a Clubcard, whisper: “Thanks, Jack.” Your tea is now a multibillion-pound brand. And it all came from a bloke who couldn’t be bothered to spell his own name correctly.
So, the next time someone asks where Tesco comes from, you can drop this story. Watch their face. They’ll never see the aisle of bread the same way again.
Tesco is a love story: a man, his tea, and a typo. And that’s the most delightfully British origin story ever told.
