I’ve done a fair bit of blogging lately, but I’ve not done a lot of actual writing. It’s really easy to find the inspiration to blog, but often it is harder to find the personal fortitude to throw a piece of yourself down on paper, and then send it to someone for their personal edification.…
Howard Steer – Saved By The Flying Doctor. I’m going to steal Rob Messenger’s thunder a bit here. While in Charleville I found an interesting Hermes Featherlight, that had formerly been in service to a rather significant Australian. Significant enough that he features on the back of the Australian Twenty Dollar note. I speak…
(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.…
“I’m going to put a knife in your chest as you sleep, and burn your house down around you with your family still inside” This wasn’t the first death threat I had ever received, but was the first I copped on facebook. Since that time I’ve received hundreds of threats to my life, wellbeing and…
And yes, there is a missing ‘when’ from that last sentence of my rant. In other news… Tell me what is wrong with this eBay advertisement. as seen from my iPad. Yeah, I don’t think I could beat that ebay price anywhere. I think I’ll bid. I’m surprised no one else has jumped on it,…
Yeah, so it’s platitudinal mush. Meh! It’s what I feel in the mood for this evening. Incidentally, the royal is running…. 100%. Go me. Okay. I’m off to find some Vodka to improve my writing.
I slipped my glasses on this evening, and then clicked my way into Facebook. It’s just one of those things I do a few times a day to feed my addiction to my current casual social contact tool. There was a short two line message from a friend on there. A friend of mine, that…
I spent the evening with getting close and personal to my Remington Quiet-riter, some paper scored from the recycling bin at work, and some pre-stamped envelopes. I’d bought this typewriter just before I moved house, and I hadn’t had any time so far to spend some quality time with it. When I first got it,…
The Filthy Platen 