Derelict yet dignified, this old phone box is a reminder of
a time when making a phone call was a bit of an occasion. But who needs public
telephones nowadays when everyone has a mobile into which they intone: ‘I’m on
the train’ or ‘They’ve only got the low-fat one’ or ‘Love you’? It’s good to
talk, I guess, but we appear to have become insanely fond of disembodied
chatter, much of it inane.
