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 of Guinness.
After a while and number of pints, he finds himself in a very high-class area ... big, stately residences,
no pubs, no shops, no restaurants, and
worst of all .. NO PUBLIC TOILETS. He really, really has to go, after all those
pints of Guinness.
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 Bobbie, 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 toilet."
Ah, yes," said the Bobbie, "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 Bobbie. "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, sculptured
hedges, and huge beds of
gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom. Since he has the cop's
blessing, he unburdens himself and is greatly relieved.
As he goes back through the gate, he says to the Bobbie, "That was really decent of you... is that what you
call "British Hospitality?"
"No sir", replied the Bobbie, "that is what we call the French Embassy."
