This story starts a little over a hundred years ago in the land of New Zealand (Aotearoa). With streets lined with bluestone and sandstone buildings along roads congested with horses and dirt, there was a little typewriter for sale in a shop in the city of Christchurch. A gentleman by the name of Francis Burdett-Sapsford…
I’d been in Melbourne only a few days when it occurred to me that I needed to find a source of typewriter ribbons. As such, I promptly turned to the internet and put a call-out over twitter. Naturally, I included the typosphere’s resident agent on the ground – Teeritz, in this call out, knowing that…
Welcome the mark II version of The Filthy Platen. Feel free to put your feet up on the furniture. I at least own my own home here. While it may seem that the move to this new blog has been drastic and sudden, that isn’t really the truth. I’ve been planning a shift away from blogger…
Okay.. So! This is where my bike has ended up. A new city, and a new home. A new blog. Posted with Blogsy
The cover – as proposed on Richard’s blog. Is it a book about typewriters? Or just writing. Yeah, I admit it. I’m a typewriter collector. I intended to stop at 3, but then I found myself rescuing a glass key Royal portable from key choppers and it all went up-hill from there. The more blogs…
Foolishly I believed I had a place of my own. A place that I could write and bash at a typewriter and feel productive and alive. A place of warmth, love and enjoyment while I explore the inner worlds of my imagination without persecution or fear of death. Oh my friends, how wrong was I.…
My fingers just weren’t hitting the right keys today. Never mind, if I wanted my typing to be perfect, I’d have used a word-processor. Anyway, I have decided to file my typing and travelling adventures under the new header seen above – titled ‘Filthy Wheels’, along side Filthy Labs for my repair experiments. Hope you…
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