The box.

About a month ago Ms Jane and I popped by her mother’s house after we both finished work. Joy (her mother’s name) had called and said that her partner, Andrew, had something that he wanted to give me that would need a bit of explaining. Andrew had previously worked for a little company called ‘IBM’.…

So… do you type-in here often?

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…

Typing in the museum. Let them free!

  Walking into the Charleville museum I was confronted by what I thought was an odd collection of typewriters. There was almost no information on each item, and they seemed to be just thrown into place as though they were set up for some ad-hoc type-in for really, really thin people that didn’t need elbow…