We have one

There aren't many of them left.

Strange, but I can almost feel the heaviness of the door as it opens, the musty smell of the inside, and the coldness of the black metal shelf.

There is another one, near here, used as a wood shed, and I spotted one in a small village, outside York, being used as a tourist information office!

However, as a character once said, "I'm just one phone booth away from changing my tights and saving the world."