There I was thinking the cost of telecommunications had dropped...

I recently ran out of charge in my mobile phone battery and had to phone home for a lift from my wife. I managed to locate a public phone in York railway station. I rummaged in my pocket for some change and deposited a ten pence piece in the slot. I then dialled the number and... nothing. I read the directions in case the procedure had changed since last I used a phone. It was then I read with horror that I needed to deposit 60 pence in the slot. No matter I thought, I'll only be a minute, I'll get 40 pence change. Wrong; it took the lot!

A call of about 40 seconds cost 60 pence. Cherish those free minutes from your mobile operator and keep the battery charged up, you can't afford a public phone box. 

My favourite photo

I thought I'd share my favourite photograph this week. It was taken with my mobile phone so the quality is not fantastic. However, I think the lighting and the Lowryesque figures work well. The bright red old-fashioned phone box works too, helping to add atmosphere, and has always reminded me of the little girl's coat in Schindler's List. It always strikes me as being from a much earlier era than it actually is.  
Where was it taken? A little way from Drury Lane in London. When? November 2008