Red telephone box

And that perfectly tees up our first production.

Because if you want to understand how these writers used humor, and honestly, absolute absurdity, to hook the listener, you have to look at The Red Telephone Box by Ken Whitmore.

Yes.

Such a classic.

Of course.

And she calmly notes that he won't be back for 70 years.

And she also claims that she personally owns all the red telephone boxes in the city.

And she's furious because someone keeps feeding them bananas and licorice all sorts.

A telephone box.

A proper British red telephone box.

And it belongs to a friend of mine, Tom.

Or Tommer, as I call him.

Over time, the meaning changed.

A kiosk became a small freestanding structure used for selling newspapers, refreshments, tickets or other services, and eventually for making telephone calls.

So that little red telephone box in Massachusetts carries quite a history.

Persian gardens, Turkish pavilions, French vocabulary, British architecture.

We are easy to find if you look for this particular thing.

You know, I, I visited somewhere recently and that I watched a video and they said, "If you're trying to find this particular gym, walk down this street, look for the English telephone box, and it's, it's two, it's like two streets beyond that." But as soon as you've got the telephone box and I say, "I'm close"-

Yeah, yeah

... it's con- again, confidence building.

Exactly.

On one hand, you have the K2 red phone box, you know, a 1500 pound bright red cast iron box on the street strictly engineered to transmit voices over copper wire.

Utilitarian.

Highly utilitarian.

Since they both hit the public in 1926.

Right.

And to celebrate, Farshore is distributing free copies of A.A. Milne's classic books to 150 red phone box libraries all across the UK.

Which is charming, obviously.