I can’t remember the last time I used a phone booth. When I was young that’s all we had. Queues for the payphone in the Students Union. A call home to mum and dad once a week. Now it’s a mobile phone world. We seem to be on our phones or checking our pockets for them every few minutes.
I wonder if we speak differently on the phone now? We must. I mean we aren’t constantly having to feed coins into the phone for a start. Small talk has become a text message.
a cold feeling
around my ears
January 2nd 2019