BT installed its 100,000th payphone at Dunsop Bridge, Lancashire in 1992 and included a plaque to explain its significance. It reads:
“You are calling from the BT payphone that marks the centre of Great Britain.”
In fact, the phone is 4.2 miles (6.8 km) from the true centre. Postmaster and shop owner Phil Woodhead said the town did not capitalise on its status.
“There is only that payphone really… we haven’t put up big signs or anything like that. If this was a bigger town with more shops, then maybe we would do something. But because we are so small, there is really no-one to push it.”
I listen to a podcast called ‘99% Invisible’. It’s an American series I have been onto for a couple of years – although I only listen in spasmodically. Podcast no. 202 is title ‘Mojave Phone Booth’ . Cool.
This goes a long way to proving that I am not alone in my fascination for phone boxes.
Local phone box is a place to lay tribute to a much loved village goose.
Photo supplied by SWNS.
Villagers have been left devastated after a goose which had been a much loved part of their community for over a decade was shot dead.
Residents were outraged after learning their feathered friend had been killed in a “spineless” attack, shot close to his left eye with what is thought to have been an air rifle, just yards from the pond where it hatched 11 years ago.”
(Full story on the Telegraph website)
In reading ‘Island’ by Aldous Huxley I came across the paragraph below. The speaker is talking about a ‘Mutual Adoption Club’ and comparing it to Western society. On Pala (the island the title refers to) whenever the parental home becomes too unbearable the child is allowed to migrate to one of its other homes within its MAC. A MAC consists of from 15 to 25 assorted couples and everyone in the club adopts everyone else. An inclusive, voluntary family. This is one of the good ideas of the book but there are a few hoopy ones – must have been all the drugs Huxley was taking…
Things are a great deal better in your part of the world – better, but still quite bad enough. You escape the state-appointed baby-tamers; but your society condemns you to pass your childhood in an exclusive family, with only a single set of siblings and parents. They’re foisted on you by hereditary predestination. You can’t get rid of them, can’t take a holiday from them, can’t go to anyone else for a change of moral or psychological air. It’s freedom, if you like – but freedom in a telephone box.*
*Huxley, Aldous. 2005. Island. London: Vintage, p.91.
I’ve become very fond of Father Brown. He’s a follow up to Miss Marple so what’s not to love. This scene cracked me up – another fab use for a phone box. Make a phone call to a cross-dressing club and when you give the right code phrase the door in the wall behind the phone box will open and let you into the club.
The second Fargo TV series (wonderful) showed us a few phone shots and one box in particular got a lot of use:
There has recently been much flooding across areas of the UK. Here is a photo relevant to this blog:
I don’t actually know this programme but couldn’t ignore the ad, for obvious reasons;
This shot is from the penultimate episode of ‘Humans‘:
From the recent adaptation of Jekyl and Hyde:
The iconic red box even turns up on a US highway in ‘Austin Powers: the spy who shagged me’.