The one in the kitchen, followed three months later by the one at the bottom of the stairs in the hall of residence, shared with 60 other people.

A smelly phone box at the end of a nearby street. Usually smelt of piss & fags!

This bad boy for me.

I didn’t go to “High School”, I went to Secondary School. And when I left said school, our phone was one of these bad boys…😂😂😂

I think we might have had one that made noises when you pressed the buttons. But we also had a "telephone table" (for we were pretending to be posh) which was where the phone sat. I used to be green with envy of the American programmes where they all had their own phones...