It was so interesting to see this piece about Tom Hanks’ love of antique typewriters. They are such beautiful machines and even though I type straight onto a computer now, I hammered out my earliest stories – concerning a bear called Edgar – on an Olivetti and the sensory appeal of it has never left me. Something about the zing of the carriage and the rip of the finished page, to lie in a stack by your side, is forever associated with writing in my mind. Which is perhaps why this antique Underwood plays such an important role in my forthcoming standalone novel.