British Hospitality...

[Gnatman]

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
stopping at a quaint pub to soak up the local
culture, chat with the lads, and have a pint or two.
After awhile, 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 pints..

He finds a narrow side street, with high walls
surrounding the adjacent buildings and 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".

He leads him to a back "delivery alley", then
along a wall to a gate, which he opens.
"In there," points the bobby. "Whiz 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, sculpted hedges, and
huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom.
Since he has the c op's blessing, he unburdens
himself and is greatly relieved.

A s he goes back through the gate, he says to the
bobby, "That was really decent of you... is that
what you call ' English Hospitality'?"
No, sir" replies the bobby, "that is what we call
the French Embassy."

:D