Luckily my lone wanderings around Portugal and Spain in 1982 have been captured for the Greater Good of Humanity in my 1982 diary. My handwriting is hard to read, so here’s an occasionally mis-typed rendition of it, with the Imperial Good Companion 5, possibly my favourite typewriter of my small collection.
The first two paragraphs are from Portugal, the rest Spain. Blink and you’ll miss it: the third paragraph – beginning “the past’s future” – describes the experience of viewing Picasso’s Guernica, which had just returned to Spain. It was displayed behind bullet-proof glass, with not one but two machine-gun-toting guards with laser eyes in attendance.
