I think it’s kind of cool that nature will take back the earth and grow through what we build
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late 2020 — £1 (to convert to book stops or some other use)
late 2022 — £2000
My village one has a defib in it now
The state of the phone box feels like a metaphor for the state of our country at the moment.
I remember when I was youngin, I would save my pocket money up and go down to the local phone box and prank call all sorts of places, have a few becardi breezers, wkds and have a right good old time. Mind you my ma started catching on and asking to smell my breath and asked my friends mom’s to do the same. so me and my buddies started putting the booze up are arses. Good times.
Most of ours in Oxfordshire have been turned into mini library’s.
A lot of them in Yorkshire are now Defibrillators or village book swap containers.
There’s a good business in restoring them and selling them to expats around the globe. I’d love to have one in my garden here in Australia. But 3000 quid before VAT and delivery, maybe not.
There is always something rater nostalgic about the K2 telephone box for me.
Not sure if it’s the smell of urine, the attached sex worker advertisements or the eternal out of use message.
(Used to work for BT in cash collections)
I can smell the pee through my screen.
Bob Ross Box
Last of Us UK
Look Sam, the King has a crown again!
Right you are Mr Frodo.
In Germany they converted these to Bookshelves. You can just take one out for free. You are supposed to put one back, seems to work they are always full. Mostly a shitload of Stephen King books, I once got an 120 year old book about a real Italian voyage to the north pole, with pictures and all.
There’s probably someone’s nans photo and number from her days as a humble working girl, stuck in there.
From AN bygone era…….from an bygone era..from…an….bygone…..era
Ahh the good old smells of mildew, dirty metal and cat piss. We didn’t have a phone at home and Mum would bundle us over the other side of the estate in the 70s to ring my grandparents twice a week.
We’ve got one of those in my parents village but it’s been converted into a defibrillator
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Yeah you don’t see many Afro’s around
Yes, plants are fossils from a bygone era
Like something from Last of Us.
I can still smell the interior!
You could buy them for £1 once I believe.
Imagine that…
Ah, a public toilet!
I think it’s kind of cool that nature will take back the earth and grow through what we build
<insert picture of OP’s mum>
late 2020 — £1 (to convert to book stops or some other use)
late 2022 — £2000
My village one has a defib in it now
The state of the phone box feels like a metaphor for the state of our country at the moment.
I remember when I was youngin, I would save my pocket money up and go down to the local phone box and prank call all sorts of places, have a few becardi breezers, wkds and have a right good old time. Mind you my ma started catching on and asking to smell my breath and asked my friends mom’s to do the same. so me and my buddies started putting the booze up are arses. Good times.
Most of ours in Oxfordshire have been turned into mini library’s.
A lot of them in Yorkshire are now Defibrillators or village book swap containers.
There’s a good business in restoring them and selling them to expats around the globe. I’d love to have one in my garden here in Australia. But 3000 quid before VAT and delivery, maybe not.
https://www.x2connect.com/Shop/k6
There is always something rater nostalgic about the K2 telephone box for me.
Not sure if it’s the smell of urine, the attached sex worker advertisements or the eternal out of use message.
(Used to work for BT in cash collections)
I can smell the pee through my screen.
Bob Ross Box
Last of Us UK
Look Sam, the King has a crown again!
Right you are Mr Frodo.
In Germany they converted these to Bookshelves. You can just take one out for free. You are supposed to put one back, seems to work they are always full. Mostly a shitload of Stephen King books, I once got an 120 year old book about a real Italian voyage to the north pole, with pictures and all.
There’s probably someone’s nans photo and number from her days as a humble working girl, stuck in there.
From AN bygone era…….from an bygone era..from…an….bygone…..era
Ahh the good old smells of mildew, dirty metal and cat piss. We didn’t have a phone at home and Mum would bundle us over the other side of the estate in the 70s to ring my grandparents twice a week.
We’ve got one of those in my parents village but it’s been converted into a defibrillator