The engineers have completed work on the communications centre for the indoor sports arena. No expense spared. We’ve installed a hi-tech 2-dimensional red phone box, with matching chair. Mindful of the dangers of vandalism by delinquent child guests intent on trashing the arena, we’ve fitted shatterproof, glass-free, virtual window panes in the phone box. I give it 24 hours until, in time honoured tradition, the brand spanking new box is festooned with lurid flyers advertising the talents of the fallen women of the neighbourhood.