Sydney Typosphere, Where the bloody hell are ya? (and your typewriters)

Steve and I woke up early again as we were eager to get into Sydney and through the traffic before it became difficult to drive on it’s consistently grid-locked roads. It was a cold morning in Scone, and my car was frosted from cold condensation that had dropped overnight as it hit the nearly 30…

Pt 7 – Of Submarines and Typewriters.

  bing………….. bing……….. bing………. A hotel for kings and queens, surely!  The sweet little display just inside Rob’s front door.  Feeeeeeeel the blick love.   A bit of Remington 2 love, while you’re at it.   A tired eyed yours truly, and the Standard folding with my name on it. (Robs blog) Oh dear… look…

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,…

Has a typewriter? Must be a hipster…

Now… We’ve all seen this: Typewriter in a park? Just add the word hipster, and you apparently have instant comedy.  LOL! Right?!  Right…  Anyway, that ‘meme’ has been cycling about on the knuckle-dragger interwebs for a while now, and let’s face it – it is pretty insulting to the guy photographed. I mean, like…. seriously……