Bottom 10: The typewriters with the worst touch.
Errrm, this should read ‘Ten-Forty, not Two-Forty’.
Errrm, this should read ‘Ten-Forty, not Two-Forty’.
Mr H. Goodsall is like most people in history from pre-internet times. Upon his death he faded into non existence, with little to document that he walked this earth. Internet searches brought up nothing, and short of flying over to New Zealand and searching the archives of councils and newspapers, there’s really nothing to…
This story starts a little over a hundred years ago in the land of New Zealand (Aotearoa). With streets lined with bluestone and sandstone buildings along roads congested with horses and dirt, there was a little typewriter for sale in a shop in the city of Christchurch. A gentleman by the name of Francis Burdett-Sapsford…