Fellow Australian - we are trained from birth to mangle the Queens English, mind you I had some catching up to do when I arrived here from London in 1967.
My day began with the gym, followed by breakfast, then a drive out in the suburbs to collect an old typewriter I purchased from eBay. This typewriter turns out to be rather different, it is burgandy in colour, has Italian names on some of the function keys, and has the W and Z swapped over.
It is probably for typing in Danish.
Might be an old Olivetti, or one of the old Remington label-switchers. The older prewar (pre WWII) Rems and Underwoods did that sometimes, or so I read on Mr. Richard Poult's site years (well, pre-Y2K, anyway) ago. I'm Not sure if his site is still around, and I've forgotten the name of it in any case, but a search on his name might bring up some useful info.
I used to be on a typewriter collector's listserv, until finances, the death of the listserv, and other factors (such as being forced to sell all but my portable Royal) forced me to find less expensive obsessions. Such as banjos and flutes, which doesn't really equate, but you get the picture.
But GAWD I still love the oily-inky smell of the thing. I learned to type on a manual...
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Went to a recording session for music for a historical documentary, they loved my fifing and my banjo-ing (odd, most folks tend to like one or the other...). Not sure if it will be used or will end up 'on the cutting-room floor' as the saying goes, but it was fun nonetheless
--Well, the session was fun, but the getting there was hellish. There should be a law against using postage-stamp-sized street signs in the country. No, I'm not exaggerating by much.

Time to shut up now, MW...
