We didn't even have a phone. My dad refused to get one. I had to go out to call my mates from the street phone; oh the embarrassment in teenage years No wonder I didn't have any friends - that's my story and I'm sticking to it
I don't think they have party lines these days. I remember the 1952 cup final and we had the only tv in the street. My Dad had all the neighbours around to watch it, he put a blanket over the windows to make it look like being in the cinema.
I remember walking with my mother to a shop to change the accumulator for one that had been charged so we could listen to the radio. I thought it was only a couple of hundred yards but took the time to look at my old address on Google maps and find it was close to 3/4 of a mile. I would have been about 4