Buying a red telephone box is pure joy. It is absurd, heavy, and oddly useful. You will become the talk of your street. Your kids will think you are a superhero.
Just remember: it doesn’t come with a phone. You’ll have to buy a vintage rotary model separately. Then you can pretend to call your friend from 1952. That is the dream, isn’t it?
So go ahead. Adopt a kiosk. Shower in it. Read in it. Be a glorious weirdo. Britain’s red boxes are waiting for a new home. Yours might be the best one yet.
