Writing is easy. You just make Earnest Hemingway sit at a typewriter and bleed him. It’s all he’s good for, really. When Richard Polt announced the idea of Cold Hard Type I was excited and keen to get involved. Indeed I was already involved – way back in 2012 when I started (but never finished)…
If I can fix a typewriter, surely I can fix a motorcycle No, I haven’t fallen of the face of the earth or shut down my blog. I’ve just been a little bit…. preoccupied of late. In the last 8 months my work has been very fatiguing, as for a number of reasons my shifts have…
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…
The Filthy Platen 