Breslauer
19th August 2005, 05:49 AM
An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the sights, and occasionally stoppingat a quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat
with the lads, and have a pint of ale.
After a while, he finds himself in a very high class neighborhood......big, stately residences ... no pubs, no stores, no
restaurants, and worst of all... NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS.
He really, really has to go, after all those ales. He soon finds anarrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildingsand decides to use the wall to solve his problem. As he is unzipping, he
is tapped on the shoulder by a London Bobby, who says, "I say, sir, you simply cannot do that here, you know."
"I'm very sorry, officer," replies the American, "but I really, really HAVE TO GO, and I just can't find a public restroom."
"Ah, yes," said the Bobby..."Just follow me, sir." He leads him to a back "delivery lane," then along a wall to a gate, which he opens. "In there," points the Bobby. "Relieve away sir, anywhere you want."
The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has ever seen. Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom. Since he has the cop's blessing, he unburdens himself and is appropriately relieved.
As he goes back through the gate, he says to the Bobby, "That was really decent of you ... is that what you call "British Hospitality?"
"No sir," replied the Bobby... "that is what we call the French Embassy."
with the lads, and have a pint of ale.
After a while, he finds himself in a very high class neighborhood......big, stately residences ... no pubs, no stores, no
restaurants, and worst of all... NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS.
He really, really has to go, after all those ales. He soon finds anarrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildingsand decides to use the wall to solve his problem. As he is unzipping, he
is tapped on the shoulder by a London Bobby, who says, "I say, sir, you simply cannot do that here, you know."
"I'm very sorry, officer," replies the American, "but I really, really HAVE TO GO, and I just can't find a public restroom."
"Ah, yes," said the Bobby..."Just follow me, sir." He leads him to a back "delivery lane," then along a wall to a gate, which he opens. "In there," points the Bobby. "Relieve away sir, anywhere you want."
The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has ever seen. Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom. Since he has the cop's blessing, he unburdens himself and is appropriately relieved.
As he goes back through the gate, he says to the Bobby, "That was really decent of you ... is that what you call "British Hospitality?"
"No sir," replied the Bobby... "that is what we call the French Embassy."