Will you be my Valentine letter, you filthy googling pervert?

Cast your mind back a year, oh typosphere, and remember what happened on my blog on Valentine’s day 12 months ago. Actually, don’t strain your memory cells too hard… Here’s a recap:  Last year, my tortured letter to the Valentine typewriter that I had repaired became item number 4 on google’s image search. As such,…

10:15 on a friday night.

(Pardon the over use of the term: ‘Before long’ up there, I wasn’t quite paying attention as I typed).  The Quiet-riter is perfect for small hands the love smashing keys as hard as possible.  Pardon my dishevelled appearance, I’d not seen a comb in 12 hours, bed in 20 and a razor in 2 days.…