Where You Gonna Call?

It’s funny what you miss. For years, many years, I’ve included a stop-off at a public phone box on Newhall Street (Birmingham) as a part of my regular Night Photo Safari circuit. On freezing cold nights, this provided a few minutes of shelter from the icy winds for the model (if not for the photographers) – providing they had a sense of smell that wasn’t too sensitive to the distinctly “toilety” whiff inside the booth.

Imagine my horror then, when we discovered on the most recent Night Photo Safari that the phone box had been removed! (probably in the interest of public hygiene).

Farewell, oh whiffy phone box. You served me well.

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