I’ll keep this brief, I’ll keep this simple. I don’t know how much time I have left, but maybe someone will be able to help. I found an English phonebooth, bright red paint chipped and slowly fading, green moss taking over, windows so filled with grime it was almost impossible to look through them, white TELEPHONE sign turned a rusty orange and a crown carved on all four sides under a dusty roof. It was exactly like every phonebooth you’d expect to see anywhere in London.