I’d loaded Ruby the Exxy (my car) up with a load of typewriters and headed south to Beaudesert. It was a nice day for a drive in the country, and John had suggested that I come out and have a bit of a typosphere hangout with him. On this occasion, I had the company of…
It was a glorious Sunday morning, but I was feeling in far from magnificent form. I crawled out of bed with aching muscles, and a rather sore head. I was very tired after the week’s adjustment to my new (old) job. I caught up with some of the activity from the Typosphere online, while listening…
REMINDER: Brisbane type-in – 2pm this Sunday at the Museum room at the Breakfast Creek Hotel. Reasing = reading. Urg!
I’d been driving for about an hour and a half. Just after I left my home I’d checked the outside temperature and discovered it was 30 Degrees C. (86F). But now, as I was passing Through the town of Beaudesert, it was reading 39C (102.2F). 15 minutes later when I was nearing my destination, it…
The Filthy Platen 