For the Want of a Clean Telephone Box...

... the Treasure Hunt was lost. Yes, that's correct, and would you believe it, due to the lack of a single clean (or at least one that we'd even consider being in for more than the millionth of a second) we lost the treasure hunt!

Come on London, how can this be? Is there not a telephone cleaning squad out there to ensure that telephone boxes do not contain a pile of rubbish that looks as if a tramp has been sleeping, eating, urinating and defecating in it for the last one hundred years?!

A group photo of all the team in, yes IN, a telephone box was required to benefit from a 10 minute time reduction off the final score time. Each one we were ready to dive into was a disgrace that none of us were willing to enter, apart from our very competitive team leader who kept on trying to get us in one. Unfortunately for her the team we were competing against were less squeamish than us and as they did manage to secure said such photograph, so they won!

At least the tourists we saw who were wanting their picture with a London telephone box were all sensible enough to do so with the outside of the box, though who knows what they thought about the inside...

... probably like us, total GROSS OUT!