There’s thousands and thousands of phone boxes around England,
but most of them are shit up.
And our generation now don’t need phone boxes anymore.
But when you’ve got like Margaret
who’s got an injury and she wants to ring doctors
and she can’t cause she’s frightened to go into into phone box,
it’s shit up, then what do we do?
It’s my mum’s mop. This.
When she sees this, she won’t be best pleased.
Job’s a dream.
I don’t know where to start with that one.