Piotr Trumpiel's timing is, as always, impeccable. On a morning when my five-year battle with fatigue, pain and nausea finally got a name, a most welcome cheer-up parcel arrived from London. In it were two typewriter-themed T-shirts (the weather is really warming up here right now), two typewriter ribbon tins (with ribbon in both of them) and, best of all, a charming typewritten letter from PT (the prince of typospherians) himself. Thank you, Piotr.
London calling to the faraway towns
Now insurgency is declared and battle come down
London calling to the typewriter herds
Come out of the cupboard, you Kolibri birds
London calling, now don't look to us
Phony technology has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the reign of that typebar thing
Now get this, London calling, yes, I was there, too
And you know what they said? Well, some of it was true
London calling at the top of the dial
And after all this, won't you give me a smile?
- with apologies to The Clash