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Monday, 27 October 2014

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


Richard P said...

How nice. Piotr is indeed a prince, and Nick Beland's rubber stamps are another instance of intercontinental typospherian generosity.

Anonymous said...

Great lyrics! they should be recited to the CLASH of type bars!

Piotr Trumpiel said...

No - thank YOU! This was just my teeny tiny (tin-ny? ;) ) token of appreciation for your generous gift really. No need to go Royal straight away (as we went Groma in this case ;) ). Jeez - I'm lost in wordplay (but not in Cincy ;) (oops - I did it again...)). And yes - the stamps made by Nick do add to the joy of correspondence via old fashion ways :)