Gen Z and Me
Joe Moran, 16 February 2023
On the walk from the car park to my university building there’s a red telephone box, a classic K6 model. The other day, out of curiosity, I stepped inside and let the door thud behind me. It must be fifteen years, at least, since I last experienced that smell of stale urine and old takeaways. For a moment, the phone box became a Tardis and I was a homesick student ringing my parents,...
