Between myself, Darling and a shiny new ribbon, the Oliver No. 3 that I have dubbed 'Gargoyle' now flies again. Here are her first words in who knows how long.
I think she must have been dropped on her head at one point, or had something very heavy placed on top of her, as the alignment is all sorts of out of whack, typearms were bent, ribbon covers were bent and the spacebar is broken off on the right side. All but the spacebar are now fixed, and the break isn't affecting the action at all. She's one deliciously spooky looking machine and I feel I'm channeling Igor at his pipe organ when I type on her!
Some more artistic edits of photos of Gargoyle to leave you with as I sign off. Enjoy!