London street cleaner Tim Hargreaves had a nasty surprise when he discovered a chin in a London phone box. Hargreaves, 57, told Glossy News:
I’ve been in some filthy phone boxes in my time, but this particular phone box surpassed all others in the filth league. It was a league of filth in a league of its own filth. A filthy league that transcended all filthy leagues of phone box filthy league filth. It was filthy.
There was the usual aroma of stale urine in there, a discarded half-eaten kebab, a blow up doll with its nose pulled off, a rat swimming in gravy and rabies, and there was a chin left lying on top of the telephone directory. I called the police and the officer asked me if I recognised the chin. I rolled the chin over to examine it more thoroughly and told him, ‘not this one.’ I told him I was not a qualified chin expert, not an avid follower of severed chins, not employed by the severed chin industry, not a stalwart member of the severed chin society, in the round just not a severed chin kind of guy.
The officer asked me what my main concern was regarding the chin. I told him my main concern was the fact that the chin was there. The sheer fact that there was a chin in a filthy phone box in a filthy league of its own filth. A filthy league that surpassed all filthy leagues of phone box filthy league filth. That was my main concern regarding the chin.
‘Is the chin hairier than yours?’ asked the officer.
I rubbed my chin to compare and told him it was.
He said, ‘Well, you’re lucky your own chin wasn’t severed… But it sounds like you’ve had a close shave!’