My job in 1969 was to enter new orders, on an IBM Golfball typewriter, onto strange see through sheets, then when they’d been down to the production office to be processed, they came back upstairs and were put through an enormous machine which produced the order onto a sort of linen, indestructible sheet which was then filed and kept indefinitely. It was all ahead of its time, for such an old factory, producing a traditional product.