This was sent in from a London location.
Phone-henge
“This completely fabulous Stonehenge replica, playfully named Phonehenge, sits in the Freestyle Music Park (formerly the Hard Rock Park) in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. It surrounds a large performance space in the British Invasion section of the park and is comprised of lots of red old-style British telephone boxes” (http://weburbanist.com/2009/09/03/clonehenges-20-creative-recreations-of-stonehenge/)
Cuba libre
Here are four from our recent trip to Cuba. Many people use the phones in Havana that line the shaded outside walls of buildings. My favourite are the blue half cocnut shaped covers. They have bright yellow tourist taxis, called coca taxis, with a similar shape. I have also included a shot of a detail of the outside of the government telecom building in the streets behind the Capitole. As with most of the capital – the building was lovely but in dire need of a clean. This is a city melting with lazy decrepitude. It could be one of the most beautiful cities in the world if only the buildings were restored and the streets cleaned up.
Tokyo
Matthew took these on a business trip. The first is at Hibiya Park. In the second the green box would be used just for domestic calls and the gray for international, although now they’re usable for both.
Australia
Here are a couple of older shots from the homeland:
UK
I don’t really remember where this was taken, but I’m sure it was in England, perhaps London.
Urinals
While I photograph phone boxes I have discovered that Cory McAbee (of American Astronaut and Stingray Sam fame) takes photos of urinals.
For a look go to: http://thesmalleststar.blogspot.com/
(update 12/11/15 – can’t find his post on his blog anymore. Ah well.)
Spooky
I read this great little story in The Fortean Times last night. FT251, July 2009, p.77. Author is Darren Ryden:
“In the 80s a friend of mine decided to go hitchhiking around Europe, and on the way call in on some friends in Italy. After a row at work, he quit his job early and started travelling two weeks earlier than he had originally planned. One night, during a heavy downpour in Germany, he took shelter in a phone kiosk. The telephone rang and, having nothing better to do, he answered it, expecting to hear someone speaking German.
To his suprise, it was our mutual friend in Italy calling to check some arrangement on meeting up. It transpired our Italian friend, not knowing about his early depature, has simply dialled his home phone number and had somehow been connected to that particular public phone.
Our Italian friend phoned me straight after to check that this wasn’t a hoax and that our friend was indeed abroad, which I confirmed. To this day, none of us knows how it happened. Misdial a number and the odds of picking up a particular phone in another country must be infinitesimal.”














