Howdy folks,
I'm Dan, a 22 year old from a hideous little town in Kent. By day I'm an electric guitarist, music teacher and studio engineer; by night I'm an obsessive for anything old and groovy - classic cinema, vinyl, proper typography, and - yup - typewriters. I grew up watching black and white movies of men in their shirtsleeves, moodily smoking and clattering out half-baked ideas on enormous machines entirely unlike my late-'90s PC.
"That's the way you're supposed to do it!" I thought - real writers were smartly dressed, half-blind with whisky and memory, wrestling words out of a steel dream...
Then I sort of forgot about it, I suppose, until last week I saw the most beautiful typewriter in a local antique shop - an Optima Elite 3 in a sort of Mint Green colour, in its original case and with not a scratch on it. "Twenty-five quid," said the bloke. "Take my money, you glorious man!" said I.
Now, here I sit, stupidly across from my really absolutely shining Optima Elite 3, with the carriage that just won't stay in place no matter how much I swear at it, still thinking it's the best twenty five pounds I've ever spent.