A traditional ring-road morning. Don’t let the google photo fool you. This place is huge. A couple of the machines sitting lonely in the glass cabinets. An AMC in a box. Just beautiful. Bing Model No2: A gift that John gave me last year. …
To the moon and back… to Melbourne. Part 1 – The lonely lost highway Part 2 – The Dubbo wildlife. Hello? Is there anybody out there? Parkes Observatory. Hello…. I was here! Tee hee…. Is anyone cooking up a crock pot? Soggy ol’…
Let us in! Let us in! Oh, Hi! Would you like to check out my horn? Come a little closer…. A meerkat keeping sentry on top of a log. Crickets are my favourite! How did you know? It’s too damn hot! “Harold, don’t look now but I think…
Somewhere in New South Wales: the lonely lost highway – The Newell. They make pubs big in Queensland. But why the palm trees 300km from the beach? *watching in the rear-view mirror* Link to the ‘Worlds largest virtual solar system’.
Greetings Typospherians, readers and lovers of the printed and/or electronic word. And I wish you the sincerest of holiday greetings, and the best for the new year. It has been a trying year for me in Brisbane but I have always enjoyed writing this blog, and writing with my typewriter. These elegant and beautiful writing…
One of my Hermes 3000s maybe? *whispers, not wispers in the text below.
A have a few more typecasts to post about my trip to Melbourne that I’m to get out of the way… oh, by the end of the year? Hope you’re still enjoying these. A view up one of Ballarat’s original gold-rush era streets, Lydiard street. *Correction: 1852, not 1952. Inside the Ansonia hotel on…
….Hotel Shamrock We finished the day at Lake Eppaloch. Which was very beautiful, post storm.
This Pacific was the first to turn up. At $35 it was the cheapest in the shop. But not cheap enough for me to feel compelled to buy it. Many of these typewriters were poorly displayed. This Royal, marked at $90 was rather hidden amongst a room filled with beautiful lamps. This Chevron was caged…
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…
The Filthy Platen 