A man decided to write a book about churches around England.
He started by taking the train to Canterbury and started working north
to zigzag across the country from there. He went to Canterbury
Cathedral and began taking pictures.

He spotted a golden telephone on a wall and was intrigued by a sign
that read: "£10,000 a minute." Seeking out the Archbishop he asked
about the phone and the sign. The Bish answered that this golden phone
was, in fact, a direct line to Heaven and if he were to pay the price
he could talk directly to God. He thanked the Bish and continued on
his way.

Visiting churches in London, Bristol, Birmingham, Norwich, Nottingham,
Derby , Leicester, Manchester, Newcastle and other places, he found
more phones with the same sign. From each vicar he received the same
answer.

Finally, he arrived in Yorkshire. Upon entering a church, lo and
behold, he saw the usual golden telephone, but this time the sign
read: "Calls: 35 pence per minute."

Fascinated, he asked of the vicar, "Reverend, I have been in cities
all across the country and in each church I have found this very same
golden telephone, and I have been told it is a direct line to Heaven,
and that I could talk to God. However, in the other churches, the cost
was £10,000 a minute. Your sign reads 35p per call. Why is that?"

The vicar, smiling benignly, replied: "Lad, you're in Yorkshire now.
It's a local call.