London Calling

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?

London Calling.

- with apologies to The Clash